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Nearly gone


Up to road from Lightning Ridge towards the Queensland border is the near ghost town of Angledool.  The old town hall theatre and a church as some of the few buildings that remain of what was once quite a decent sized town.


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  1. That church, down here in the big smoke, would trade for hundreds of thousands. Small towns rise up, and small towns slough down ... 'tis the nature of the bush, and scrabbling a living.

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  2. Yeh. The big smoke is interesting in terms of prices these days. I daren't look at what value the places I used to own in Sydney are selling for these days. I read an article that people are choosing to move to regional cities like Bathurst, Orange and Tamworth. Well if it is true and not simply a puff piece to try and get people to do it, then I think that is great.

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  3. Not sure they are "choosing" to move. They cannot afford to buy in Sydney. Even renting is difficult. My son has just moved from a house in Epping that cost him $530 per week to a delapidated flat in Glebe which costs him $350 a week. He is considering moving to Bribie Island.

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