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Stone church


This church interested me because the colour of the stone was unusual to me. Sadly this is the last of the shots from the small towns.  My driver was being unusually grumpy and uncooperative. I thought it best for us to head to Canberra without delay so he could get a rest.

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  1. Bloody grumpy driver ... the colour is eye-catching .. but like the stuff you showed us in SA ... smaller blocks/chunks though.

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  2. Yeh the colour reminded me of SA stone buildings too. NSW is usually sandstone.

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  3. oh I hate it when the driver revolts!
    Love the lean on the fence.

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  4. Hah! I did not notice the lean on the fence. It is very wonky ...

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  5. Yep. Wonky like our front gate is at the moment.

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