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| On the journey to Oatlands, we passed the poppy fields where they are grown for the medicinal opium industry |
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| Weeds on the roadside in all their fluffy glory. |
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| Wild poppies that pop up by the roadside. |
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| Clover flowers never looked so pretty. |
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| Oatlands is a town with an old flour mill at the centre and is surrounded by sandstone cottages with beautiful gardens. Even the shops are full of interest. |
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| The shop fronts are decorative and offer wonderful glimpses of pattern and shape. |
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| The Callington Mill |
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| It still grinds flour for artisan breads. |
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| Wonderful old lace up boots that feature in a shop window. |
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| Even the shop displays are quaint and inviting. |
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| This chap was tucked into the corner of the restaurant where we had lunch. |
