Prior to a visit to Barrossa’s Valley, even enthusiastic tourists’ most vivid impression of the picturesque, scenic town would be associated with the variety of alcohol it has to offer. This is only natural. Throughout the many years we have passed together, clinking glasses of Shiraz and Choc-a-Bloc have always been used as virtual invitation cards by parties concerned.
The eagle you may spot at the entrance of Wolf Blass, which gives us an insight to the various types of wine churned out by Barossa.
The display racks with bottles of wine in Wolf Blass
Australia's famous for its borderless pastures
The famous family tree, which bears some resemblance to the Whomping Willow
Nicely groomed flowers and plants at the roadsideSome of the white roses
The Whispering Wall of the Barossa Dam. Where you are able to hear conversations taking place at the other end with clarity. This is apparently the unintended result that occurred after the dam was constructed.
Last but not least…
Some local youngsters who decided to join in the fun when my father posed with the statue Hindley Street in the city. This sort of insanity seems to be rare in where I live.
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