On the buses
These last few weeks, apart from writing (and working and cleaning the house and walking the dog...), I've been travelling about on the buses from Creswick to Sebastopol.
The landscape and streetscapes change radically over such short distances.Twenty minutes on the bus going north and I'm in Creswick.
Fifteen minutes on another bus going south and I'm in Sebastopol
Both were goldfields in the 1850s, both grew into little townships in the 1860s and were mining, farming and producing the machinery, clothing and essentials for their region.
No, it's not the weather - on a cloudy day Sebas looks just like this and a clear day Creswick still looks quite different.