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Clandulla


I declare in interest in this town.  Off all of the 100 towns this is the one we have chosen as our own. Our rural block Whistlers Rest is in Clandulla and today's photo shows you some of it's attraction.

The town itself is a cluster of 30-40 houses, so bigger than some of the places we have visited on the way but in other aspects less of a town.

Visit Clandulla over at 100 towns to see some of our neighbourhood.  
Or take a wander around Whistlers Rest to see more.

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  1. I'm not sure what you mean, are you living here or have a home here?

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    1. We are not living there, we still live in the Blue Mountains. It is a "weekender" but there is no dwelling just a shed. We can also visit with our caravan if we want to stay over, but not at the moment because it is too cold. We don't have electricity connected to be able to heat the van.

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