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Ben Bullen


The next spot is a small community of three or four houses rather than a town. The road takes an unexpected turn across the railway line at Ben Bullen and the derelict railway station is clearly visible from the road.  In the vacant lot over the road from the railway station there is generally a fruit and vege seller who has recently been joined by people selling honey and other local produce. And the other recent addition has been the dog coats you can see hanging on the line.

I am bemused by the way the modern day dog is into fashion and beauty.

There are more images of Ben Bullen over at 100 Towns.

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  1. It is amazing how dogs are becoming fashion statements.

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  2. A community of three or four houses? I presume there are no secrets there... :-)

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  3. Nice to see the local community taking advantage of the passing track. That road can get a bit busy...

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  4. North Florida is largely rural so I understand these small communities. They just want a simple life.

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  5. A dog coat seller? I wonder how many they sell?

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