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The antique shop at Lucknow is a perfect spot to strike it lucky. It's stuffed full of old wares. I guess the"Cherries Here" sign has made it out of its storage spot by now ... the cherry season has begun.

Well that's it for this trip. I'm popping over to Blue Mountains Journal for a week to show you what the highway widening is doing to our town of Lawson. Then I'll be back here for a very enjoyable trip to the farming country around Mudgee which is north west of the mountains.

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  1. The bicycle doesn't look so antique to me ... . I am still pondering "Lucknow" - yesterday (?) reading this, I thought: uh she is in Pakistan suddenly?

    Cherry season in spring? Everything's up side down at your side of the world, ;-)).

    *9°C, stormy, rainy* :-(

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  2. I would love to shop there, well, look around at everything. I'll bet you had a lot of fun.

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  3. Your right Martina, perhaps I should have said junk shop or older wares rather than antique. Paula, we find it fun looking at all the stuff that is from the vintage of our childhood but my house is full so I'm not buying any more.

    Martina, the cherry season in NSW is from late spring through early summer running from mid-November to late December. We see the season running a little longer with fruit coming in from Tasmania and New Zealand.

    Pakistan, I'd forgotten there was a Lucknow over there ... goodness I'm getting myopic.

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  4. I have spent useless time over the last couple of days trying to find 3 wooden step ladders - and here you show a photo full of wooden step ladders.

    My new flat does not have wardrobes and I don't want to buy those old ones from the middle of last century. However, the open structures from Ikea and Freedom are a rip off. I thought I would source some ladders and drape my wooden rods across them - viola!

    Shall get my baby girl onto this one.

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  5. Julie, yep you've gotta go bush to find such things easily.

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  6. Foarte interesant subiectul postat de tine. M-am uitat pe blogul tau si imi place ce am vazut.Cu siguranta am sa il mai vizitez.
    O zi buna!

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  7. guyes i am from pakistan and i have antiques more then 2200 years old i want to sale that antiques .
    i have buddha's bangle and there are 25 kinds of 250 coins of alxender the great . and stetue of buddh's childhood i want to sale that stuff
    intresting people cant reach me.

    @ +92313-333-9338

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  8. +92313-333-9338
    email adress = hafeex.khan@gmail.com

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