"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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White Rose Cafe
It was cold and wet and the whole train load made a bee line for the cafe opposite the railway station. In no time there was moaning and groaning about the speed of service -- the city types clearly hadn't read the sign. "We sell good food not fast food."
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
The Pinnacles, Broken Hill Clear blue sky is very dull! But there is something of interest in the image. These odd shaped mountains appear on the skyline just outside the city. I had planned otherwise for my closing sky today. On a hill outside town there are wonderful sandstone sculptures which I saw the last time I was here. I planned to photograph them against the setting sun but we left our run too late, so you don’t get to see them until our return journey.
Bloody city slickers ... grrrr ...
ReplyDeleteNow look at that fabulous counter ...
What do you mean about the Dunedoo train trip? Ooo ... a teaser ...
Memory lane thanks. White marble table tops?
ReplyDeleteWanderer, no white table tops, and eclectic mix of antique tables.
ReplyDeleteJulie, not so much the train trip as the destination.
Looks like a great spot to wait!! Thanx for visiting my blog!!
ReplyDeleteHappy travels...
That counter IS fabulous.
ReplyDeleteAnd so are those floor tiles.
I love the muted tones.
And was the food good?
Letty, we only had coffee and a biscuit.
ReplyDeleteThe counter is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteBet they'd make a mean mixed grill!
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