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Terowie

Another fascinating town ... watch the slideshow.




The town of Terowie really captured my interest. It appeared to be a living ghost town, There were lots of shops, some open, but most were closed but not derelict or boarded up. It was as if some day in the 1960s they went to sleep and didn’t wake up again.

What is the story behind this snoozing town? I will tell you tomorrow.

Yes the cat was alive.

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  1. freefallingNovember 14, 2010 at 6:25 PM

    Oh what a lovely little town.
    And it has a lubritorium!
    So many beautiful little details.
    (especially love the old gate).
    And I really like the font used for TV sales and service.

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  2. MartinaNovember 14, 2010 at 8:39 PM

    Okay, I should read your posts in chronological order :-S.
    But a cat is still living there.

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  3. sew and sews tooNovember 17, 2010 at 9:07 AM

    Terowie is indeed a very special town - it was where the break of gauge occured - back in the days when all train between the west and the eastern states had to change from the broad gauge line from Adelaide had to cahnge to the narrow guage to travel on to Peterbourogh and the across to the west. And thanks for your gorgeous pictures

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  4. JulieNovember 18, 2010 at 9:34 PM

    Hah! I always read your blog in date order!

    But of course, I had to search through for the cat!

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