I went on a bus trip to the Wondai Flower Show a few days ago.
The morning started with rain. I rose at 4.30 to be ready to catch the bus. Rain had been falling over the early hours. Didn't bode well for a good day.
By time we reached our destination the sun did shine. Puddled and mud were left by the rain. Good weather for the farmers. A little shower came just as we were getting on the bus to go into the town for lunch.
Someone found a novel way to deal with used tyres.
Then there were other art works made with metal.
This is for people looking for changes to their life. There will also be a piece of poetry, or story, pictures.
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