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Millthorpe




After a night at our camp in Blayney we set out in the rain the next morning to discover some of names on the map to the North of Blayney.

The first town we passed through was Millthorpe.  This is a great little historic town,  with good eating and the perfect spot for a weekend getaway.  As the rain was drissling down we didn't stop to take photos because I have photographed the town before.

When we were here last time we were talking to a shop keeper who said townspeople were employed at the gold mine and that it was also popular with Blue Mountains residents who were seeking the small town life that the mountain villages used to deliver before they became more populated. Millthorpe also benefits from lots of tourists being close to both Bathurst and Orange and is an easy enough weekend drive from Sydney.

Visit Millthorpe over at 100 towns and learn about its history how it reinvented itself.

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  1. Sounds like a great little town.

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  2. I haven't been to Milthorpe but looks really interesting streetscape. I like towns that tumble down hills.

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  3. Drizzle with a double ess ...have not seen that before ...

    This is what I miss about no longer being able to drive. But I am sorting out dates and trains and bus trips. A case of by hook or by crook ...

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    1. I spend so much time changing Zs to Ss at work - organization vs organisation that I think I typed ss out of habit.

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