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Overnight stay


We stayed at the very pleasant Westbury Guest House.

The city was hot and bathed in dust from the massive dust cloud that had reached as far as Sydney so it was pleasant to sit on the verandah and enjoy a cool drink while some refeshing rainfall fell, there was even some light hail.

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  1. The bedroom and accomodations look comfy and it's obvious, thankfully, that this isn't a chain. I don't know what you have in Australia but we have loads of garish chain motels and hotels. This would be a welcome relief at the end of the day.

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  2. We've got loads of chain motels too (many of the same chains as you have) but we like to stay old fashioned and unique if we can.

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  3. You should sell these photos to the guess house for advertisement! :-) They are so lovely!

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  4. Excellent photographs JE. I'm thinking we need a weekend in Dubbo sometime soon. I like the train sign in your next post also

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