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Grenfell


Here's the publicity blurb "Grenfell the birthplace of Henry Lawson, haunt of notorious bushranger, Ben Hall, and home to some of the finest examples of heritage architecture in rural Australia, is a must see destination for those wanting to escape the hustle and bustle of city living. Originally known as Emu Creek, Grenfell nestled in a picturesque valley at the foot of the Weddin Mountains, is a town steeped in history and the pioneering spirit of our colonial forefathers. Grenfell offers visitors the chance to soak up the atmosphere of days gone by and to relive the nostalgia of a time when life moved at a more leisurely pace."

The most exciting thing for us was the not so leisurely rain that blew through just after we set up camp ... relief from the horrid heat at last.

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  1. JulieJanuary 7, 2010 at 10:19 AM

    Hah! Now you get to the Lawson link!

    Lordy, brochures like that make me turn over in my grave! I am glad they changed the name from Emu Creek though.

    Love silos in country towns. Many years ago (mid '70s) my husband and I drove to Perth and back and one of the ways to ease the boredom was to play eye-spy. His clue to me was "three words starting with CTS". Answer = country town symbol. Maybe you had to be there!

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  2. Joan ElizabethJanuary 7, 2010 at 10:47 AM

    Grin ... I spend my working days making up that type of breathless prose about technology!!

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  3. ABJanuary 7, 2010 at 7:07 PM

    Nice contrast between the slabs of concrete in the grey building and the red brick tower in the background.

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  4. JulieJanuary 8, 2010 at 6:55 PM

    "breathless prose" = *grin*

    Now if you were to write wine bottle labels, that would be the go.

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  5. MartinaJanuary 8, 2010 at 8:39 PM

    Silos with ghost signs? Great.
    One difference to Germany (perhaps Europe, too?): most of the Silos in Germany are roundshaped, cylindric. Except really really big ones.

    And yes, these brochures are awful - everywhere in the world I suppose, ;-)

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  6. Joan ElizabethJanuary 8, 2010 at 8:56 PM

    I think this is a flour mill not a silo with walls of corrigated iron. The ghost signs and the contrast with the red brick tower in the background is what caught my eye.

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  7. MartinaJanuary 8, 2010 at 9:24 PM

    Hm, don't know why I thought of silos ... :-)

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  8. G. B. MillerJanuary 8, 2010 at 11:19 PM

    This is really making me look forward to spring and summer.

    Thanks for the reminder that there is still good weather somewhere else in the world.

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  9. Joan ElizabethJanuary 9, 2010 at 9:20 PM

    G, thanks for reminding me to stop complaining that it has been raining too much since we got home.

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