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Sofala


This week drove from Clandulla to Bathurst to meet our latest grand-nephew.  I love the hilly countryside on the Ilford-Bathurst road which looks even more picturesque with the old gold mining town of Sofala nestled in the valley and hugging the hills.

We had lunch at the Old Goal Cafe and Collectables.


@Sofala, NSW


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  1. It looks like beautiful country out there, and nice weather too.

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    1. Nice weather that day. It's been a mixed bag lately.

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  2. Love those rolling hills. They're a lot greener than they here. Interesting cloud formation, too.

    Great use of framing in the second photo.

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    1. We have had quite a lot of rain.

      It took hubby to point out the doors to me. I was saying the place looked nothing like a gaol.

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  3. I miss my Driver's Licence ..

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    1. I would certainly miss being able to travel all over the countryside. Though I nearly always use the train to go to the city.

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