Saturday, 6 November 2010


Taken on a quiet Sunday a few weeks ago

1 comment:

  1. OMG tell me I'm hallucinating - that g. awful paintjob on the old pub! Moruya I recall fondly from childhood, my Dad was born there, Grandfather was the dentist. A favourite place to visit by steam train from Sydney to Nowra then bus to Moruya arriving early hours of the morning. The fattest, freshest cooked prawns nestling in wood-fired bread with home-made butter - to die for! Camping at Moruya Heads as a teenager. Very lovely memories of Moruya :-) Thank you for your photos, Sally!