Tarnagulla last Sunday.
A quintessential goldfields town made of bricks and local, golden stone
Low wood and iron verandahs across the whole width of the street
Houses with weathered corrugated iron roofs and wire fences engulfed in roses.
Grey worn wood, rusted iron back fences.
Looks like my mum's old copper ended up here.
Looking across the road.
Then we drove off to Dunolly.
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