Wednesday
drive past freeway turnoffs, blue hills. The gorgeous town surrounded by
gorges. We're driven to the madhouse, but their ghost tour is closed. Endless
wait in tearooms while staff go for more pikelet mixture. July light dignifies
golden granite buildings. Every flowering tree is represented in jars at the
honey shop. Time for the bookshop when the girls find the clothes shops. Wine
cellar closed Wednesdays. The historic church is all in order: ten minutes
silence. Pies at the bakery. Like kids in the lolly shop, all of us. 'Old Goal'
where felons did dwell, and do. Home again.
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