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We were coming back into the vineyard country but here was a different crop ... the sign said cricket bat willows. Cricket is a particularly British sport which is very popular as a summer sport in Australia but I'm not a fan. I'd rather do lunch ... which was very welcome for a cool spot to rest when we reached Swan Hill.

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  1. G. B. MillerFebruary 11, 2010 at 9:11 AM

    That lunch looks particularly satisfying. Summertime foods (it is summer there, right?) always hits the spot.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 11, 2010 at 3:55 PM

    I think of cricket as a poor substitute for baseball. If you are British you see it the other way around. There is no argument about your lunch, it looks terrific.

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  3. JulieFebruary 11, 2010 at 5:19 PM

    I had the most delicious iced coffee that I could imagine the other day in a little "portable" stand out the front of St James opposite Hyde Park Barracks. The coffee used was Toby Estate which I favour anyways. I am a devotee now and will head that way every chance I get.

    Those willows will need to do a bit of sideways growing to give birth to a cricket bat!

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  4. Joan ElizabethFebruary 12, 2010 at 8:13 PM

    G, yes it's summer.

    Bill, I don't follow either sport but if I had to choose one I'm sure it would be baseball.

    Julie, I like that part of the city. I can't stand the taste of coffee, hot or cold, you will note that my drink is chocolate.

    I agree the willows are bit skinny at the moment.

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  5. MartinaFebruary 13, 2010 at 10:58 PM

    Now are this willows that look like cricket bats or willows that make cricket bats?

    All this cricket and baseball stuff is totally exotic ;-).

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  6. Joan ElizabethFebruary 13, 2010 at 11:00 PM

    Willows to make cricket bats.

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  7. UnknownFebruary 14, 2010 at 3:47 AM

    The baguette in the foreground made my mouth water! I have to go and eat something now! :-)

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