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The dying days of summer


This photo was taken in the dying days of our very wet summer and is published here just to let you know I am taking you off for a wet weekend camping in Blayney with the view to ticking off the historic towns around it. I hope you are not too tired of town spotting.

Blayney is to the west of Bathurst so the terrain is slightly less hilly and more open than the towns I have taken you to recently but not so far west as the big flat sheep and wheat country.

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  1. I'm thrilled to ba taken on a wet weekend with you because I can watch from my dry warm study chair.

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  2. Absolutely not, Joan! Keep on posting them. Wonderful image.

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  3. I love the light in this one!

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  4. Oh dear, never think that we are bored with your images, just that we are overloaded with our own issues, and will catch up in due course. I am learning sooo much about my own state from your meanderings ...

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