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Well not exactly home but on very familiar turf and getting closer to home.  This is Mudgee where the vineyards were still winter bare.

That's the end of this trip.  Not sure how long it will be before the next one.

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  1. diane bSeptember 25, 2015 at 4:15 PM

    Mudgee wine is tops. Glad you had an enjoyable trip and I hope its not too long before you are on the move again. You are always welcome here if you are ever in this area.

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  2. JaneSeptember 27, 2015 at 9:59 AM

    I have just been checking out your recent posts and I am amazed by those sawn rocks. Love the Boggabri hotel, it is very similar to our Dorrigo hotel. Hope you enjoy being home again.

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