Somehow we resisted the urge in Mansfield to head for a country clothing store, kit ourselves in RM Williams elastic-sided boots, moleskins, shirt and Akubra hat and head for the high country. I can always see myself riding across the mountains on a sure-footed horse, sitting by the campfire reciting poems by Banjo Pattterson at night. Of course, I couldn't stay on a horse or light a fire and only know the first and second verse of some of Banjo's poems so commonsense prevailed and we continued our motor home travelling. Instead I'll aquaint myself with more of the high country life when the country comes to the city for the Easter Show. The countryside from Mansfield is very green, cattle and sheep look healthy, dams and haysheds are full. It was so pleasant being surrounded
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