More Caledon Street

We continued our walk along Caledon Street, past the church with the quaint parking sign, until we reached the top end of the road.   Looking back, I'm quite relieved that the friendly local we met along the way correctly assumed I was an "overseas visitor" and not a peeping Tom!   I reminded her of what a beautiful town George was, she said. Yes, we all had a little moment of just gazing at the mountains and the impossible blue sky.











A very old oak tree.







I think it looks like a male Blue Crane bird...



We felt quite nostalgic when we saw the old, original entrance.

Me playing peeping Tom again.   I love doors.



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