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Winter world


It's winter world out there.  The vineyards are bare and the hills brown.

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    1. Yeh I reckon the country around Mudgee is always nice.

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  2. Brown and crunchy - just how I like it.

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    1. Brown and crunchy is an interesting thing. Sometimes it is like that in Summer due to heat but when there is rain it stays green but winter usually brings on the brown.

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  3. Coming back from the North Island of New Zealand, where the winter colour is emerald green, it's startling to find how different our winters are.

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    1. That's in interesting observation Winam I generally am surprised a how warm the north island of NZ is. I somehow expect it to be cold. I certainly find winter is a very different thing in the far North of Oz.

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