The country around Dripstone is pretty typical of Central NSW – pasture land with gently rolling hills and patches of bush. Dripstone, as far as I could tell, was just a cluster of small acre properties on a karst (cave country) hill. Hence the name, I suppose.
The grass was long from the summer rains.
It looked enchanting in the late autumn afternoon light, even if it was really hard to walk through for a short, city slicker like me.
I couldn’t help myself, I was trigger happy.
And as I took these shots, the afternoon XPT cruised by in the valley below, back to Sydney. Back home.
Well, that’s the end of our adventure in Central NSW. But don’t despair, I have plenty of places and things to show you yet.