I dug into my archives again (not quite conversant with my
shiny new Canon while my trusty Nikon is languishing in
hospital), to share some photos I took for a MyWorld post.
So, in memory of Klaus, whose brainchild the meme was, I
post them now for the sequel.
Angaston is one of the old towns in the Barossa Valley wine
region. We go there on Saturday mornings to the farmers'
market but this time we just went for a walk and lunch.
Most of you will know that I have a great love of oaks so,
what better place to park, than under this magnificent
golden canopy?
Sometimes I like to explore what lies behind the facade of the
main street. We took a little path along the creek just off the
main drag to discover this storm-felled giant resting on the
grassy bank.
An old shed I have had a soft spot for for a long time
and chimneys reflected in the gold strewn creek.
The Angaston Hotel where we lunched,
sun shining through these forerunners of modern gladioli
and back to the golden drapery of one of my favourite oaks
to retrieve our car.
The end of a pleasant walk, that I hope you have enjoyed as
much as we did.
Share what you love or even dislike about your world to give
everyone a broader picture.
