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We drive past farms and pine forests.  Soon to arrive at Tumut.

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  1. I especially like the top shot. Those trees in a row make for such a beautiful scenery.

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    1. A nice row of poplars is always a pleasant sight.

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    1. Yes poplars. They would be quite a picture in Autumn.

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  3. I like the scenery around Tumut. So very green.

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    1. Yes it is lovely. I think we will go back again as the caravan park is nice there. We were there on Christmas Eve some years ago.

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  4. Rolling, rolling rolling along.

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    1. Rolling hills. Yes that is what I like. The more rolls the better.

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