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Charbon


Just a 3.5 kms up the road from Clandulla is the village of Charbon and a few more kilometres and you reach the town of Kandos.  With everything being so close you will understand why there is really no need for shops and most town amenities in these communities.

Charbon (home to about 150 people) is a mining settlement started in the 1920s.  The neat grid of streets has tidy fibro workers cottages.  Charbon colliery operates both underground and open cut mines digging coal mostly for export.  A coal train departs each day destined for Port Kembla.

See more of Charbon over at 100 Towns.

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  1. MartinaJune 11, 2012 at 12:54 AM

    This looks like the house as well as the car are smoking ;-)

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  2. DianneJune 11, 2012 at 7:53 AM

    You have captured the essence of a small rural town Joan .... I can almost smell the wood-fire smoke.

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