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Dubbo is an inland city with a population of around 40,000. Like most cities, it is a mix of old and new. There seems to be a lot of government offices to serve communities in the far west. This heritage building is one of those government offices.

We passed it on our way to the hotel, trundling our bag behind us. The street trees were in flower ... I've not seen this tree before ... very pretty.


  1. Gorgeous old timber building. they have painted it such a nice range of colours.

    That tree seems to be blossoms and berries. I have not seen it before so no help I'm afraid.

  2. Dubbo - what a great name for a city.

  3. AB, I tried doing some research on where the name came from but could not find anything so I don't know if it an aboriginal word or of some other origin.

  4. I enlarged the tree photo and I'm sure I've never seen it before either. Just beautiful!

  5. Joan Elizabeth: Wikipedia has a few theories on the origin of the name. All of them assume it come from an aborigine word.

  6. AB, How silly of me not to check Wikipedia. I thought it would have to be an aboriginal word because there didn't seem anything else it would relate to.


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