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Tocumwall chasing things


We stayed a few days at Tocumwall, delaying our inevitable return home.

Down by the river we found this mural and asked a young man who photographing the flood whether he was chasing Pokemon (the craze had just begun at the time) and he said no but his mother-in-law was up in the bushes stalking one.

The Latter Day Saints missionaries said they would prefer to talk to people than catching Pokemon but it turns out their phone wasn't capable of it anyway.

My phone only chases email and I was getting tired of the rigours or working travel.

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    1. It is rather nice. As a general rule I am not a big fan of murals. The muted colours went well with the dull day.

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  2. You were oh so close. If only I had known... we could have met for a coffee...

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    1. I didn't realise you were near Tocumwall. I thought you were further afield. Also Tocumwall was a late change of plan. We intended to stay at Echuca but there was some sort of festival on and all of the caravan parks were full. When am out that way next I will be sure to let you know … I would love to catch up.

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