"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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Moving on
We are moving on from our visit to the city but not going home yet. We are heading down to Wollongong because Ian has enrolled in a course at the Uni there and was attending a weekend school.
We are on an early train heading out of the city ... very empty.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
That is an improvement on the steam trains we used to catch to Wollongong
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