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It soon became apparent that there is not a lot to do in Dunedoo and the train was not going back until the end of the day.  So we did the museum, had a sausage sizzle at the Lion's tent, visited the antique store, had scones for afternoon tea -- when there is nothing to do why not eat?  But it was all worth it, after all I found a new Royal Hotel to add to the Royal Collection.

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  1. That is a neat hobby collecting Royal Hotels.How many have you got?

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  2. Nice place to visit but ...

    Actually, I always find that being a photographer in a place like that is a boon - especially one addicted to detail.

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  3. Diane, I am up to 35. I see that in July 2009 I only had 13.

    Julie, the problem it was Sunday, it was raining and we had no umbrellas. So not even much chance for photography.

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  4. Not a bad afternoon after all! :-)

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  5. I just browsed through some of your collected royal hotels. Fascinating. You may be the only one cataloging them--which means you could publish a book. "The Royal Hotels of Australia". I can already see it on someone's end-table.

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