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More of Braidwood

Winam was keen to see more of Braidwood so here are some extra images before we move on. This is a heritage town.  Started in the 1840s as a sheep raising area aided by many convicts, had its time doing gold right up to 1910, but by the 1920s it was a rural centre but nonetheless a sleepy hollow. The fortunate result was that it remained quite intact as a type of time capsule. Now it does tourism as well as continuing to serve the local rural community.



I bet is is a while since they had enough priests to fill St Bede's Presbytery.


Like all country towns, the already dwindling population got knocked about quite a bit from the wars.  I particularly like the war memorials with a marble soldier on the top ... perhaps because there was one of them in my own home town.

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  1. Thank you, Joan. It reminds me of Rylstone, aside from the Spanish looking monastery.

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  2. Unlike Rylstone which is predominantly stone Braidwood has much more timber in the mix. It's a good spot, you'd enjoy a visit there.

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  3. It,s good to see some of our past is being retained in sleepy hollows such as this.
    A very Merry Christmas you Joan.

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  4. With these verandas it looks so typically Australian.

    I wish you all the best over Christmas

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  5. I like that bay window in the LH front. Very simple, but satisfying. I like the marble soldiers, too. Puts me in mind of 'Dolce et decorum est'. War is a menace.

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