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Manildra flour mill

Here we are at the flour mill at Manildra. It's a large complex, as I said yesterday, the largest mill in Australia. I was surprised at how small the town itself is, just 400-500 people.


  1. Then they are probably pleased they have this mill. Hope it is not too automated ...

  2. This is a gorgeous industrial shot!

  3. I love the repeating lines of the silos. I imagine that there is a railroad there and that they complex is quite large.

  4. Yes there is much more to the complex including a railway, older style silos and an administration buildings. I searched the web to see how many people are employed there but couldn't get a definitive answer but it suggests around 200. I was fascinated because the town itself is tiny so people must be drawn in from the surrounding area ... perhaps they get a five minute traffic jam at knockoff time.


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