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Roma


We didn't stay long at Roma.  Just enough time to pick up some supplies and eat a pie at the local bakery.  It feels big town.  It's booming with gas mining activity.  It also has a huge cattle sale yard but there were just a few animals there on the day.

And oh yes, I spotted a Royal Hotel among the rather nice buildings lining the main street.

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  1. Nothing better than a pie in country town, and good find of another Royal for your collection.

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  2. Another Royal for the collection.

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  3. Nice to see a new Royal from your trip. I was going through some shots of Guyra the other day and realised there is a Royal there and I missed it, but it was a cold rainy day so I was only out of the car for a short time. Next time!

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    1. Guyra!! We went through there and I missed it. Well I will have to accept your contribution instead.

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  4. Ray has sent in some more Royals but you might have noticed I have not been in the blogosphere much of late ... very busy ... I will put them up along with this Royal in the gallery soon.

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  5. Virtually no Royals where I've been in WA - but you ARE one up on me! I've been through Roma a few times, but don't recall ever eating at the bakery!!! The shame, the shame ...

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