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Bushranger country


The countryside around Eugowra is very rocky.  We were travelling along Escort Way, and quickly got the idea that bushrangers once lurked behind those rocks.

Visit Eugowra and learn of its history over at 100 Towns.

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  1. The bushrangers sure liked the rocky granite country, so I'm sure they would have hidden out if there was something to rob!

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    1. The autumn colour has not been great this year so it was nice to catch some looking good.

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  3. I don't know much about our bushrangers. I must rectify that. Shan't live long enough.

    Is there an apostrope in shant/shan't? I guess it is 'shall not' so maybe it should be "sha'n't" ... looks like a swathe of fly droppings.

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    1. Not sure about bushrangers ... they are just criminals .. though I guess the same can be said of convicts.

      Your musings about "shall not" amused me. I looked it up and alternatives are shan't, shalln't and shan'n't. I can't believe anyone would use that last one.

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