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Goin' Home

And so it's back to our beloved mountains and home.  The end of this trip.


  1. Ah now ... this is just perfect ... windmill and tank on stand ... wire grass .... sharp peaks in background .. and then over there on the left ... see allthose trees planted in a wonderful row by a farmer yonks ago and trimmed at neck-stretch height by some helpful cows.

    I wonder if those trees are camphor laurels? Dont think cows eat gums - do they

  2. I took this shot from the window of moving car, it would have been nice to get it static but I had stretched the friendship with the driver enough for one day.

    Regarding the trees, I embiggened the original and they look like some soft of pine trees or perhaps casuina, definitely not camphor laurels. I don;t know about cows eating gum trees .. have never thought about it.

  3. I do love those jagged peaks! As usual, enjoyed the trip.


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The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog -  My Bright Field  - to record the delights of my new life adventure. If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

But then the grey clouds gather

Mostly there was sunshine but sometimes rain. The long drought is still too close a memory for us to not welcome rain even on holiday. We are still at Shellharbour here, you can see the steelworks at Port Kembla in the distance. Musing: From The Storm by Theodore Roethke "Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell, The waves not yet high, but even, Coming closer and closer upon each other; A fine fume of rain driving in from the sea, Riddling the sand, like a wide spray of buckshot, The wind from the sea and the wind from the mountain contending, Flicking the foam from the whitecaps straight upward into the darkness."