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From the kitchen window


I think of caravanning as a great way to get different views from the kitchen window.  Our first night at Gundagai gave us a perfect view of the Murrumbidgee River ... I love to camp by a river. More on that timber bridge tomorrow.

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  1. What a nice way to view the world through your ever changing kitchen window - your very own "moveable feast"

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    1. Yes but I find I am a bit lazy and go buy takeaway a lot when we are travelling. No joy in Gundagai though. We went foraging at city hours and all was closed or closing. It daylight saving. Makes me think it is much earlier than it is and it gets worse the further south you go.

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  2. Not a bad view from the kitchen window. Hope the river doesn't rise.

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  3. Too right. Especially when you see the huge river flats in the next couple of shots.

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  4. The river flats look like a brilliant place to camp. We stopped by the Niagara Cafe for lunch the last time we were at Gundagai. Did you go there?

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    1. Ha ha. Yes we tried but the kitchen was shutting down so no dinner to be had.

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