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I have driven the Lithgow-Bathurst road dozens of times and I would sworn there was nothing at Meadow Flat other than a big bank of speed cameras before the locality sign.  But, being diligent in my town search I decided to turn off the road to see what was there and found a cluster of houses, a community hall, war memorial, rural fire service and a school ... just shows you don't know what's anywhere until you go look and see.

I have asked previously in this blog whether they still have Arbor Day when kids go plant trees.  Diane assured me they do.  I found this outside the school, I guess Arbor Day just has a new name.

Visit Meadow Flat over at 100 Towns.

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  1. You could be right. I know they celebrate it on different days in different schools but I don't know why. Many schools have environmental projects on the go where kids learn about growing native plants and vegetables.

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  2. 'Arbor' is a tricky old-fashioned word ...

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  3. It always amazes me when we take a turn off the main road.

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