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A few houses down we met this neighbour with the young couple who were cleaning out their garage on this delightful sunny Autumn morning.

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  1. Oh he's a beauty.
    I'd love to own a little kitty.
    But with 3 dogs....

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  2. Oh no not another cat. I just this minute chased my neighbour's cat out of my garden which it thinks is its toilet. Then I click on your blog and I'm looking at a cat. Hee hee can't get away from them.

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    1. My biggest worry about cats is that they eat the birds.

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  3. love the walk, what a splendid area, thankyou.

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    1. Glad you are enjoying it Peter. It really is a splendid are with wonderful farmland, natural forests, rolling hills and mountain cliffs in the area. It is 150kms drive to get here from home but just about every kms is a visual pleasure.

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