Things look all quite normal until you embarked on one of the four car door tours and discover that just one turn off the main street there is no longer bitumen. It is all higgledy piggledy dirt tracks (thank goodness there are car doors to guide us on our way) and piles of dirt everywhere. Add to that ramshackle old shacks and rusty machinery of every kind and you have all I would expect from an opal town.
We were having a coffee at the bakery and I noticed a sign on a hotel saying it was a Cobb and Co coach stop. That got me wondering if there was a hidden Royal Hotel in the town. A quick google revealed not that hotel but this derelict one as the former Royal.