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Blacksmith's Workshop

Blacksmith's Workshop, State Mine Heritage Park, Lithgow

Stepping into the workshop I was transported back to my youth ... my Dad was a blacksmith ... the smell of coal dust and metallic clutter everywhere. Pure nostaligia for me.

Looking out the window at the top right (click to enlarge) you can see the Poppet Head. It's not the actual Poppet Head for this mine, which was dismantled after the mine was closed. It is one from another mine that closed down in more recent years.

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  1. Why do they need so many pairs of tongs??

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  2. What a great space! And how wonderful that you have the memories of smell and your dad to go along with it. I loved visiting the demonstration blacksmith shops. All that fire, heat, pounding and slamming.

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  3. I think it's the first time I see such details. They look just wonderful as seen through your eyes!

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  4. Letty, I'm sure they don't need as many tongs ... I think there is an element of "museum collection" going on here.

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  5. Good to see the blacksmith's skill still survives.

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  6. I would be absolutely hopeless in this joint ... at least a thousand photos ... this fits in well with my penchant for the life of the ordinary person over at Riff.

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