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Young Weekend People at the Farmer's Market



They start them young around here ... that is the real estate guide she is looking at.   Mudgee is popular with the city set for small farms and weekenders so is a mix of genuine rural and city slick.  Olive oil, wine, cheese and fine food at the market along with the usual crafty stuff.

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  1. JulieDecember 1, 2010 at 8:26 AM

    I really like that lower photo, Joan. I like the way she is rugged up, and just eh way she walks. She will grace a small country town as she ages.

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  2. WinamDecember 1, 2010 at 9:41 AM

    I like the lower photo as well. With a real estate guide in hand, are you sure she isn't from Sydney? Hehehe...

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  3. Red Nomad OZDecember 1, 2010 at 3:39 PM

    Or maybe she's just picking out the new family weekender? They wouldn't DARE choose it without her, would they??!!

    Happy travels!!

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  4. diane bDecember 1, 2010 at 11:34 PM

    She's choosing a house with a big bedroom for her. Nice pic. Mudgee was a hick town when I visited for school holidays in the fifties. It was much more up market when i visited the wineries there a few years ago.

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  5. UnknownDecember 3, 2010 at 5:35 AM

    Great young and older portraits. The lower photo is absolutely lovely!

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