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Forest Reefs


From the road across a paddock you can see a church and this building that looks like and old shop.  I would say that as some point in its history this was the centre of Forest Reefs.  Today a little further down the road this is an operating pub and not much housing to suggest there was once a village here.

See more of Forest Reefs over at 100 towns.

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  1. Beautifully captured with its soft greens and browns ...... A real yesteryear pic with a get-a-way truckl to complete the story.

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  2. With a name like that, it must be another gold rush town.

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  3. Fantastic name for a town! I'd just HAVE to visit if I saw a sign to it!!!

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  4. The house and the truck both look like they are sleeping waiting for someone to bring them alive again.

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  5. I love that old Commer. We had one when I was a kid and my mother operated a school-bus run.

    Yes, it does look like an old shop ... except for that enclosed bit of the front. I guess it predates petrol pumps out the front. Or these were such collectors' items they were 'sold' ...

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  6. Meant to put that comment about Forest Reefs here ... but you will get it I presume no matter where I put it.

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  7. I have no experience of vans so no nostalgia in it for me but I do like the combination of the van and building, I think it makes a very pleasing shot.

    I agree with you Red. That name has had me wanting to visit the place for ages. I think we even went looking once and missed it but with Madam Tom Tom as our guide we don't miss out any more.

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