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We decided to pop over the border to Queensland for a very brief visit to the tiny town of Hebel … not much more than a few houses,  a pub and general store where we had afternoon tea.



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  1. I drove through Hebel once ... if we hadn't been in a hurry we'd have stopped for a look!! I'll put it on the list for next time :D

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    1. Sadly there is never enough time to stop at all of the places. That is what I loved about my 100 towns project I did some years ago ... I actually stopped and looked at each of the towns, not matter how big of small. I would like to do a project like that again.

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  2. Yeah, do a project like that again. Was it really "a number of years ago"? How about "A River Runs Through it" ...

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  3. Or ... knowing you two ... "100 country cafes" ...

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    1. Trying not to put on any more weight so will give that one a miss. I have thought of all sorts of ideas but nothing that I can quite settle on. Life seems so much busier at the moment.

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    2. You need a restricted area ... a recurring theme ... that takes yer fancy ...

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  4. Yeah thats a good one"A 100 country Cafes or bakeries Red would like that. I have never heard of Hebel.

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    1. Inter sting that you should suggest that because it is an idea I have been playing with. We were at Bathurst information centre a few weeks ago where they have a restored Cobb and Co coach. I picked up maps of the routes to see if a new project might come of it. Haven't had time to look over the maps and form a plan yet.

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