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Over the road from the church, a cottage with a paling fence around the garden, so typical of Hill End.

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  1. I like the fence, I am not sure if it serves any purpose anymore but it looks definitely very photogenic.

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  2. A delightful part of NSW. Full of some of my favourite things ... CI ... rust ... weathered wood ... lichens ...

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  3. This was somebodies home sweet home. Now on its way back to nature.

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  4. I believe this home is still occupied. Most of the houses in Hill End look a little ramshackle but that's why we love them.

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  5. what a poignant photo...reminds me of a
    funny t.v. show we used to watch when i
    was a little girl.

    "ma and pa kettle" :)

    what are the chances that in the entire
    blog world, you have two comments
    from the same town?

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