This weekend Clunes was full of second hand and antiquarian booksellers. I spent Sunday there fossicking through wonderful collections of books.
I only bought a few; a complete Banjo Patterson because I had to read The Geebung Polo Club and The Man from Snowy River again and vol IV of Manning Clark because I think I saw vol II in a Ballarat bookshop, and a couple of other good books, none of them more than five dollars.
I took a picture of the horse trough. In the early 1900s a good person spent a fortune building these in every Victorian town and along the roads, to ease the thirst of the horses who worked so hard. There's hardly a horse to be seen in the countryside now, but one memorial of his kindness remains here.