Recently on my way to Sydney I stayed overnight in Uralla, New South Wales. Even in mid March, the morning air was crisp and perfect for a brisk walk, an opportunity to take in the town before heading further south.
The town is neat and well cared for. People’s gardens reflect a pride of place.
The best place however was Dan’s. Down a quiet street I first saw this marvellous gate. Someone, I did not know who at the time, had made it an artistic floral piece. The curious kelpies barked at my approach. It was then I spied a yard full of sculptures and curios. Dan, the owner approached and I introduced myself. I stood and chatted briefly and marvelled at his creativity.
Such a talent tucked away in the New England town of Uralla.