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Peterborough

Shopping strip, Peterborough


Our initial destination is Peterborough (Pe-‘terb-row according to our tireless guest), passing through a couple of small outback wayside spots on the way – not really big enough to call towns.

Peterborough has many colonial homes. I show you one below because there is an important difference in heritage housing in South Australia -- they are built from stone with brick around the windows. This is quite different from NSW. In Silverton which I showed the other day the buildings are similar because even though it is in NSW is it close to the border and is culturally more connected with South Australia.


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  1. Finally caught up with your blogs tonight, and while we are in no hurry to return to Aus, your adventures have just ensured that when we do we won't be still for much longer than it takes to cuddle the grandchildren and find a house!

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  2. I need to visit that upholstery shop, I have a wing back chair needs some attention...I'm looking forward to learning more about the architectural differences between regions. I guess they don't use stone as often as they once did? Can it be recycled in newer buildings?

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  3. And time stood still in Peterborough.

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  4. These old buildings are fantastic - I especially like seeing the old upholstery shop sign.

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  5. I guess they had more stone and we had more trees.

    The differences are fascinating. Onward ho! McDuff ...

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  6. Terrific buildings with character.

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