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Like so many inland towns the railway was very important in days of old but today Kandos is the end of the line. Only occasionally tourist trains come up this far, but the line is still active a little further back for regular coal and cement trains.

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  1. Both start with 'R' but this one is a Railway NOT a Royal ....

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  2. Are you going to start a new collection of hotels?

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  3. No, I am sticking with the Royals. This one snuck in because there was a car at the railway station making the photo a bit odd. I hear the railway station is being turned into a cafe which will be nice.

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  4. Just returned from a holiday in your neck of the woods, Joan. Will post photos soon.

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  5. The perspective of the railway is really nice, Joan!

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  6. This post about the railway reminded me that, here in Lebanon, a significant stretch of railroad was constructed by the Australian Army during WWII--I think it was WWII. There was a small exhibition of archival photos and contemporary images of the bridges and lines at the ANZAC day commemoration that I attended last week. Amazing.

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