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In our attempt to find amusements I would have liked to walk around the town streets but it was raining all the time and we didn't have umbrellas.  It is a typical town with a mix of old and new homes.  This cottage near the railway station was probably once the station master's cottage.  I reckon that's an impressive cactus in the front yard.

I don't actually like cactuses but I was getting desperate for things to see and do.

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  1. ELKDecember 8, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    wow that is an impressive cactus !

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  2. diane bDecember 8, 2010 at 10:15 PM

    I like the lounge on the veranda.

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  3. UnknownDecember 9, 2010 at 4:25 AM

    I am totally distracted by the gorgeous huge cactus, it's a beauty!

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  4. Joan ElizabethDecember 9, 2010 at 7:12 AM

    JM, I thought I you when I photographed the cactus. I knew you would like it,

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  5. JulieDecember 9, 2010 at 9:28 AM

    I think that quite a few beers would have been consumed on that front verandah over the years.

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  6. freefallingDecember 12, 2010 at 11:10 AM

    Don't you love the pitch of the roof?

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  7. MartinaDecember 22, 2010 at 7:03 AM

    wow - with this cactus in my frontyard there would be no more frontyard left, ;-)

    Julie's comment reminds me of something I heard or read sometime: beer is a good fertilizer ... perhaps the cactus ...

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