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Hartley


My next trip is not a journey as such but rather a road we travel often.  I am going to post from each of the towns along the route from our Blue Mountains home to our property at Clandulla and then go on to Mudgee.

The first town is Hartley, a historic town just west of the mountains.  It is pretty much a ghost town, though there are some residents and the buildings are intact rather than ramshackle ruins because it's maintained as a historic site by the NSW Parks and Wildlife Service.

It is a very attractive settlement because their are sandstone buildings dating back to the 1830s plus buildings of other materials built over the active life of the town.


Visit Hartley over at 100 Towns.

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  1. Chicken wire (as we call it) never looked so smartly done up.

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    1. It's call chicken wire here too. Even though we call chickens chooks.

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  2. Shy by Parks & Wildlife?

    This looks like mud walls. Chicken wire has a beauty that perhaps only Australians can appreciate.

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    1. Was the question why by Parks and Wildlife? Their job includes managing sites of historic cultural significance as well is biological and geological diversity.

      Chicken wire seems to be pretty universal but perhaps used more here ... they don't have the same rabbit problem as we do.

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  3. Oops yes, that was the question. My typing is deteriorating. I must try to slow down.

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