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Farm gates


To wrap up this trip, here are some of the farm gates seen in Cabonne Country. And it's back home for a while, I'll start something new at the Blue Mountains Journal today, see you over there.

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  1. I remember gates like this from my childhood; well, bottom left at any rate. Not that impressive horse stud entry up the top. Very grand that is, but I expect to see a young Liz Taylor come cantering by on a piebald.

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  2. I especially like the perspective on the 1st shot and also the fact it's a wooden fence and gate.

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  3. JM, wooden gates and fences are not often seen other than in the style of the 1st shot, which as Julie notes is for the more prestigious properties. The vast majority of gates are like the metal one and fences barbed wire. Actually the fence of the first property is barbed wire on either side of the gate.

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  4. I've tried three times to leave a comment but Blogger is busy:
    I never would have guessed there was barbed wire on the first one. Did you take a ride on any of them? '~)

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  5. Love the photos! Also brings back great memories for me as I grew up on an orchard at Canobolas which my family still run. Surprisingly. The shot of the Pink Ladies...I am drooling!

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