It was a very pleasant drive through dry-looking hills- things look much browner than any time previously that I can remember. Nairne had really dry parts just above the river, and the river consisted of smelly little pools only. The town was fairly deserted- hardly a soul on the main street, although there was a cafe open and quite an extensive antique shop, where Cheryl bought an Indian corn measure. I liked the old wardrobes in there with crystal door handes, but it was impossible to get a photograph. Other interesting things were some marble-topped tables and heavy dining chairs covered in sheet tin or silver.
We later went to an old mill that had been converted into a three-storey house and I was thinking it ought to have been acquired for local artists and craft groups as a studio, because of it’s size and appearance, plus central location and beautiful big trees. There were lots of cute little snippets of visual interest for me around the town- like lace curtains, old stonework, lavender and pressed decorative iron.