Attila the Mum and Cheery Pesstimist with their two dogs each - and I - braved the ominous looking weather and walked the 10km trail at Crooked Brook Forest. We were rewarded for our efforts with rain free wandering, sore feet and weariness.
Attila and I then dragged our weary soles to the Ferguson Valley, enjoying the scenery and the bizarreness of Gnomeville. Gnomeville is a misgnomer - this is a city not a village and like any city is made up of many different communities - including the gnomesexuals pictured (what is that gnome holding? no, wait, I don't wanna know), gnomads and gnomosapiens, gnomes among the gumtrees, gnome man's land and any other gnome and gnome related word play imaginable.
Beginning (as folklore would have it) when a gnome appeared on the nearby roundabout as it was being built, this city now has suburban sprawl invading nearby farmland as gnomes continue to travel from interstate and overseas to join the community. Judging by some of the destruction that the gnomes have endured I would suggest the council invest in some Gnome Land Security (c'mon I needed to add something to the gnome tale).
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