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Morning walk


I went for a morning walk by the river, hoping it might be misty and interesting but mostly found bulrushes and weeds.









Though I really like this pale pink gum near the camp ground.

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  1. The grasses are pretty and the camp ground looks nice.

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    1. Yes it is a lovely camp ground. There were cobblers peg in that grass. Had to pick them all out of my coat when I got back.

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  2. Love the little turnstile You don't see them like this much anymore.

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    1. I too liked it … hence it was my feature shot. I found a couple of others like it in the perimeter fence.

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  3. Interesting to see that it's a mixture of east coast and arid trees (is that a desert oak?) out there in Gilgandra.

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    1. I have no idea. Unlike flowers the different types of trees defeat me.

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  4. It is all looking remarkably green. "Cobblers' Pegs" - have not heard that expression for ages. Instantly, brought forth a deluge of images in my head ...

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    1. Yes it was very green out there … almost spring green. We haven't had rain here for ages but winter is usually dry here.

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