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The first Royal Hotel for the trip to add to collection.  What a great start.  May there be many more!

I have also posted a new Royal from Rainbow, Victoria contributed by Red Nomad Oz who do amazing Australian adventures.

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  1. Your collection is growing! :-)

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  2. I have another one for you which I collected in Port Macquarie. Not sure if I have already sent it to you a couple of years ago. I will send again this evening when I return from my excursion to Wangi Wangi.

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    1. I think you posted it on your blog once but it was before I had set up the gallery. So it would be great to get it from you.

      Where on earth is Wangi Wangi?

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  3. We stopped for lunch on the way to Sydney at the Royal Hotel Singleton, I didn't have my camera with me but I did think of you.

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    1. Thanks for thinking of me. I have already got that one in the collection so none to worry.

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  4. Hm, since I can't contribute to the Royal Hotel series but I could say something about train stations ;-): where did the Westlander post vanish to?

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    1. Well that was a post I was scheduleing in advance and forgot to put the date on. I will come back sometime on the future.

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