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Before we leave Wondai I thought it would be nice to show you some of the old Queensland houses.  It is a classic Queensland country town.

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  1. Hi Joan, those Queenslanders are such beautiful houses aren't they. Quite their own style :D)

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  2. I love this style too. Funnily enough, the north island of NZ also has a timber house tradition too.

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  3. I love this style too. Funnily enough, the north island of NZ also has a timber house tradition too.

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  4. Our house in the mountains is the nearest thing I could get down south ... a timber home with verandahs but not on a stilts (but raised at the back due to the slope of the land). Blessedly is is however insulated against the cold and has fireplaces and central heating, something usually missing from Queensland homes.

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  5. I love the little towns where the Queenslanders are still being lived in like in past years. The ones that have been renovated in the cities cost a fortune these days. They were built for coolness in the summer but they could be cold in the winter.

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  6. 'down south' ... 'down south' ... !!!

    It does not take much to slip back into the habits of youth.

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