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The day I visited this town it was the day I made a decision to go find a little laid back country town like this and buy a property. And a year or so later we did, you can read about it over at Whistlers Rest.

So Wollar has held a place in my heart.  But in researching a little of its history I find it likely doesn't have a present let alone a future.  It was bought out by a mining company a year ago!

See Wollar as it was over at 100 towns.


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  1. I hope there are no worries for those who used to live there.

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  2. This is one of your towns I've been to. Hope the mine doesn't wreck the village (and your serenity).

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  3. I really like the photo with its "no worries" and smiled seeing it. Than I read your post - a company buying a town. I am just reading the Telegraph article, I didn't know about these things before. Strange. And sad.

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