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Canary Street Clandulla 1 of 7 - A Road that Beckons


We camped out on our block this weekend so I took a morning walk. Of all the six streets in village of Clandulla I think the one where we live has the most interesting name so I am taking you for a walk along our street.

I am guessing the name canary has some link to the the coal mining that occurs in this area.

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  1. um.. train tracks?
    I would be happy to walk along this road, looks nice and peaceful.
    Welcome back :)

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  2. I'm always amused by the sign 'Look for Trains' - it sounds more like a fun suggestion to check out the local trains than a safety instruction!!

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    1. The train signs that that get me are those with a steam train picture on them that they use to show there is a train track on the side road. I always think there is some sort of slow moving tourist train coming up when it could be fast XPT or big coal trains that uses the track.

      I respect the level crossing signs because they are quite dangerous. It's so easy to assume the tracks are not used when they are actually active, as this one is for freight trains.

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  3. Is the photo recent? It's sooo green!!

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    1. Taken this Sunday morning. The country is unbelievably green at the moment, it's like spring. Such a contrast to the golden fields we saw on our train trip down your way.

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  4. I agree these signs don't seem serious enough as well as only seeing it when you are already on top of the tracks. They all should have flashing lights.

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