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Looking for Yarrabin 10 of 10


We bump along a while longer and come to an intersection which is another dot on the map called "Twelve Mile". It's just a sign post to Wellington and a couple of other places.  Oh well that is two "towns" I can cross off my list.

A bit of googling when I got home revealed on page 10 that Yarrabin was once a small village with a shop, school, hall and church but there is nothing there now. I'm so glad I didn't look that up beforehand, we would have missed this delightful drive.

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  1. A delightful little spot Joan .... Just the perfect place for a picnic amongst the blue.

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  2. I suspected that Yarrabin might not exist anymore, oh well as the cliche goes, 'the journey is more important than the destination'.

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  3. Love the photo. And the story. The road less traveled....

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