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Central Tilba


I learnt about Tilba from blog friends so added it to my list of places to visit one day.  This was the day.  It is an historic town with its streetscape of Victorian timber buildings preserved.  Its heyday was during the gold era, then moving onto dairy and today is a quaint tourist town. The diary industry lives on in delicious Tilba Cheese but it is Tilba in brand only, after takeover by an international food giant it is now made in a factory in Melbourne!

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  1. Didn't know that the cheese isn't locally made anymore, but it's still excellent. Love the smoked cheese.

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  2. It is a shame about the small cheese makers getting taken over all over the country. Wine growers/makers too. Sounds a nice little town. More photos please.

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  3. I'm crazy for cheese. These look so yummy!

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  4. More photos supplied today Diane.

    The cheese IS yummy. We finished the last morsels at lunch time yesterday.

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