Greetings from the writers room, yes it is a beautiful lump of mountain. We hit the road yesterday for a trip around the district. This is the western aspect of, I think Mt French. If any locals know different please let me know. It looks much better opened in a new window.
I took the remaining pics last Saturday, we went to the Prenslau State School to take in a car show. A farming district settled in the mid 1800’s by German Immigrants. This farmhouse is typical of the mid to late 1800’s style and sadly is abandoned. The bottom picture shows the kitchen, separate from the house. I think the family may have built a new one across the road.
We arrived at the school and saw this handsome fellow hitched to the fence. His owner came up and we chatted, for a while. The horse is called Sparkles, his owner Terry Hermann used him to bring the buggy to the school. After we found out Terry was related to Lorelle, well, I waited awhile longer to go in. Terry, a fourth generation farmer in the district occasionally takes his children to school on the buggy.
Don’t look at the Chevy Impala, look at me.
I know, deer again. We were on our way home and there they were, right on the corner. I could have hit him with a rock they were that close. Possible dialogue going clockwise: ‘Crikey it’s the bloody paparazzi.’ – ‘Let’s hit the toe ladies.’ – ‘No jumping today, it’s under we go.’ – ‘Follow me now Bozo.’
That’s it for the week. I hope you’ve enjoyed a look at my part of the world and I promise, no more deer or bees next week. So until then take care.