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Porters Retreat


We decided to go see what was at Porters Retreat even though it is outside my 100 towns grid because it was just down the road from Shooters Hill. It too turned out to be a locality.  I decide to show this shot because I really like the tussock grass that grows around this area ... what I don't know is whether it is the dreaded serrated tussock -- the one that makes councils put signs up along the road saying "Have you treated your serrated tussock?"

Over the road the horses came up to the fence.  That's the nice thing about horses -- unlike cattle and sheep which scarper off at the mere sight of a human near the fence.


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  1. It looks a pretty locality. I don't remember seeing those signs about tussock grass.It is attractive anyway. The horses are inquisitive and friendly looking. We actually had some cows who came up to the fence it was quite surprising.

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    1. The signs are in rural areas in central NSW, that is were serrated tussock is causing problems. It takes over pasture land and has no value for cattle feed so can turn vast amounts of land to waste.

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  2. 'Serrated tussock' sounds vaguely religious.

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  3. Looks like a peaceful kind of place. Horses look nice and approachable.

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