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Big sky country 15

We are back in the lush green pasture country heading towards Burra to spend the night.


  1. A green view like that is always welcome after being away isn't it. I thought Burra was a nice little place, hope you enjoyed it too.

  2. I have a friend who lives in Burra, when we go in 2 weeks I hope to look her up if our tour coach stops there. I'm pretty sure it will. Love the big sky and the little sheep. We always laugh when we see sheep it reminds us of a conversation we had about the English language. If we call a one foot a foot and two, feet, why don't we call one sheep a shoop.?

  3. Susan. yes I enjoyed Burra. Photos coming up tomorrow. The green is almost a shock after the desert.

    Diane, I was wondering when you were off on your trip. Looks like the weather is going to be kind to you which is great. Shoop ... like that.

  4. I know sheep are pretty daft animals, but I love to see them like this. Little white dots against a sea of green.


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