In one of my favourite Glenelg Highway villages, an unassuming disused garage finally caused me to stop. I really like the cross formation made by the door and windows, the numbers 5 and 52, and the thistle reaching upwards.
A last-moment left turn took me up past a wonderful, volcanic stone church in a tiny village along the Glenelg Highway today. Circling round the back, I was surprised to pull up beside a very long established, spiky, succulent crouching by the front.
Looking up, I was delighted to see a crowd of gargoyles circling the tower.
Walking past an Abarth-badged Fiat 500, I admired it briefly before continuing; when I noticed the Hyundai i-something reflected in the Fiat’s glass I returned to take a snapshot. Both cars were white, with the same shape and number of doors.
Perhaps it’s a statement about the similarity in modern cars.
I do love to see tastefully yarn-bombed trees and structures in civic spaces, particularly after leaf fall in late autumn. These were in Dunkeld, the town that sits prettily at the base of the southern Grampians.