Morning tea stop. A large orange was at the coffee shop. Very smart of the owner/farmer who grew oranges, he built a roadside coffee shop which was proving very popular.
This was the little guy at the entrance to the car park. The big orange is the other side and held information about the place and the town.
Later we drove to a cemetery and this guy was near the entrance, he was real. I was only a pace or two away when I saw him and stepped to take a photo. I gave him a wide berth when I came back. He didn't move a muscle except his head.
Jockey and horse in town.
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