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A Royal Tour


It's been a while but I am back again.  In mid October we spent a week in Canberra and headed out of town on a day trip in search of Royals Hotels.    It's pretty country, especially with the exotic trees sprouting soft new spring growth.

Come along for the ride to see what we find.

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  1. Glad you're back posting, Joan. I've missed you!

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  2. I will attempt to stay the distance with this trip. You will find a difference with my "Sydney Eye" blog now. I am no longer doing the daily short post. Instead I am trying to do a post a week, but much longer, about 1,000 words. And it is a historical research focus, which should not surprise you.

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  3. Okay so I just scrolled back and back through your posts to find the beginning of this trip. I love this area of Oz and wish I could see more of it. So I'll enjoy coming with you.

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