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Old church

Eventually we bumped our way into Hill End. It's an old mining town that seems to live off its history these days.

AB showed a monastry building from 990 the other day. How vastly different is the sense of age between the 'new' and 'old' world. The buildings in this town dating from the 1850s gold rush are very historic by Australian standards.


  1. I find that conundrum upsetting at times: as though we have no claim to age and should not profess it. But, in context, I agree with you: Hill End is our version of a built environment that is old.

  2. Just back in London with reliable internet for a day or two: you haven't dropped off since I've been AWOL!

    Nice to see Aus after all that Belgique stuff!

  3. Would love to see inside... I really enjoy old buildings.... old or OLD! :)

  4. Hm, reading the title and seeing the photo first in my feedreader I must admit to thinking "Hm old? It doesn't look that old" ... than I read the description ... than I read Julie's comment ... and now I am pondering if we Europeans are a little bit too proud of our old things - it is not that we are really responsible for what the Romans et al did, isn't it?
    On the other hand it is really cool going for a walk after work and finding an old Roman nail ... I own two so far ;-)


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