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16. Country towns

So what makes a quintessential country town ... old shops with verandahs, lots of empty windows, home grown signs and with the bit of luck a Royal Hotel.


  1. So much to like about this, to start with: the morning fog. It doesn't look to be thriving, does it? So reminds me of Denman, except even Denman is better than this. I think you have its "Royal". I found a "royal" on George Street a couple of weeks ago.

    1. Send the Royal in. It is time I updated the gallery. I might find time over Christmas. I even collected a new one of my own this week.

      This end of town is not thriving. BTW it is Dunedoo.

  2. Wonderful photo. It has a real vintage feel to it, even down to the empty street.

    1. A cold frosty Sunday morning ... no wonder the street is empty. I find Dunedoo in the daytime to be quite a lovely little down and it certainly has a vintage feel which is of course charming.

  3. The weather makes it look sad and old.

    1. I agree old but I am not sure if I think it is a sad look, more mystery to me.

  4. Another beautiful shot - love the misty weather.
    I think it looks peaceful and reassuring.

    1. Interesting to see how we all interpret the image differently.


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