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It’s a hard life. (Or at least it was)
This morning started dull and dreary. And the weather was awful as well.
Nicola thought it would be nice to go to Ballarat. It was one of the gold fields in the 1850’s. They have set up an entire village on a hillside, to resemble life in those dark and difficult times. It’s called Sovereign Hill. Dark for some, but the few that found big nuggets, it was a very bright time indeed.
Nicola's not keen on mum's new boyfriend
We spent over three hours walking around the village, but could have done with at least an other hour. If you get a chance, check out their web site here.
Panning for gold
Ice sculptures
It was a ninety minute drive, through rolling country, nearly all on the freeway.
Have a wee look at some photos, and I will come back to you tomorrow.
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