Here, we finally saw some water,
levels way lower than the last time we were here, but enough for the ducks. 
I love Daylesford (and ducks, obvy). It's a great Art Deco town where they haven't torn down all the old buildings. I could live here easily, I don't mind the cold so long as I've a warm house.This place is my first choice if I had me druthers,
Mr Brown thinks I'm mad, he prefers next door. 
Nice gate, 
but I prefer the charming decrepitude of my place. 
The old mineral-water pumps are down the hill a bit from the lake, in this pretty spot.
The water tastes terrible, mostly of metal from the pumps themselves I'm guessing. 
We only had a tiny taste, Mr Brown still being wary from the first time I (allegedly) "tricked" him into tasting the waters. I still get a laugh from the memory of his wild I've-been-poisoned dance ... The ducks don't seem to mind it though.
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It's all so lovely and romantic.
Well bits ... perhaps ;)
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