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Did you watch "Country Town Rescue" on the ABC?  Having seen that show we decided to trundle through Trundle, the country town being rescued.  I wonder if others are doing it too, starting a mini tourist boom. It's a little down at heel but we enjoyed lunch at a local cafe.

The websites say that Trundle's claims to fame are the long hotel verandah (80 metres) and the wide main street.  It sure is wide ... there is angle parking with a service road behind on both sides and a jolly big stretch of road between them.


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  1. I do wonder how the new families are going, and if they're still there... I guess there are a lot of small towns in their situation. Hopefully they attracted a few more tourists who have watched the show.

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  2. I watched the show and ended up being in two minds. I really felt for the family who put in mega hours into doing up property and were then evicted, so the landlord's daughter could move in. (Cheap labour anyone?) Or the family who were expected to pay for the materials, all of which made for very expensive rent. Other families fared better, though. It really came down to luck of the draw, I guess.

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    1. I missed a few episodes so did not pick up on the eviction. I had absolute sympathy with the family expected to pay for the materials.

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  3. Loved Country Town rescue, lots of issues in the bush we dealt with and many perspectives offered.
    Whenever I think of Trundle I think of trundle beds.
    Lovely shot.

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    1. That's because trundle beds is about the only use of the word in modern language.

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  4. Yes, the word has been well used, indeed.

    See that long verandah ... it instantly reminded me of Parliament House in Macquarie Street, or even The Mint. I like it a lot.

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    1. I think it is a lot longer than those verandahs. The wide angle doesn't do it justice.

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