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We are now heading towards the rather oddly named Palmers Oakey.  The pine trees have given away to open grazing country. The soft mounds of the hills - like the earth is loosely draped in a green cloth.

The road sign says that 30kms hence there is a low lying bridge that becomes impassible in the wet. Well it has been wet but we decide to take the risk. Meanwhile Madam Tom Tom bleats "Turn around."

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  1. SusanMarch 15, 2012 at 7:46 AM

    Those undulating hills are so beautiful Joan.
    Madam Tom Tom is quite unadventurous - luckily you ignore her bleats ;D)

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  2. ValerieMarch 15, 2012 at 9:04 AM

    Wonderful view Joan - thanks for sharing more of our beautiful country. Wishing you safe travels always and "happy snapping".

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  3. WinamMarch 15, 2012 at 9:59 AM

    I think the place we stayed at last Easter, Turon Gates, is in those hills. It's pretty unspoilt in there. Interesting to see the pastoral side of the country.

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    1. Joan ElizabethMarch 15, 2012 at 7:34 PM

      It is in the same area but south west of Turon Gates.

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  4. JulieMarch 23, 2012 at 6:12 AM

    This is the classic scene that grabs your eye, Joan. The countryside is looking splendid ... except for the bits that are under-water. I was listening to a poor fruit farmer on the tele last evening explain how his trees, being in more than a metre of water for a few days, would all eventually die. Not sure how farmers drag themselves out of bed some seasons. Drought, drought, flood, drought ...

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