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Dark Corner

Well here we are at Dark Corner which is not at all dark but there is nothing of note here either. Well who would choose to live in a dark corner when then is a sunny one up the road?

After our fruitless search for Yarrabin I have taken to getting Madam Tom Tom to tell me when I have reached my destination. She is very shy of dirt roads however so often has to be scolded strongly to take me where I want to go.

As it happens we could have found Dark Corner because there is a rural fire service shed and an old cemetery on a hill but no sign of any town that may have existed.

I've added Dark Corner to the localities at 100 Towns.


  1. No! Not at all dark Joan ... In fact a rather peaceful scene with those cows resting in the shade.

  2. I love the names of the localities in this area. And I don't trust Madam Tom Tom or Mr Nav Man.

  3. ah, yes, looks quite the opposite of dark. Such a colorful field - and I like the cows that are peeking out from behind the grass. They look relaxed :)

  4. I wonder what the next corner will be?

  5. There are a lot of funny names on your search for towns. I wonder how many of your 100 towns will be dead.

  6. I once read about a small town in Tennessee with the official name "Nameless". It got its name because a century or so ago when the authorities decided it must have a name the residents didn't know how to reply. The place had always been nameless, they said. And so it stuck.

    I expect that Nameless is about as inviting as Dark Corner, though less ominous.

    1. The funny thing is these towns were not nameless. They were known as Mitchell and Mitchell South. They must have got a marketing guy to rename them.

  7. The cows look like lions in the shade after a hunting. :-)

    1. Ha Ha Jose. Only you would come of with that one.

  8. This little spot evokes the name "Peaceful Corner" - I wonder how it came to be named Dark Corner?


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