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Looking for Hargraves


We're looking for Hargraves.  A couple of years ago we went on the 30 or 40 kms of bumpy road out from Hill End towards Mudgee, looking for Hargraves.  At the end of that journey we concluded it didn't exist because we reached a sign saying locality of Hargraves and as there was nothing remotely like a town turned back and bumped our way along back tracks getting rather lost on the way.

However since then I did a little web research as was surprised to find reference to town with church, school and corner store. So we had to go look again.

The driver decided to humour me and settle in for another bumpy ride.  We spotted this old building on the way.

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  1. This house has got character with attitude. Your driver is good mine wont go on bumpy unsealed roads.

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    1. We have a 4WD so don't really mind dirt roads at all, but generally avoid them when we are towing the van. It turns out the road is all bitumen now even though the sign at the beginning is still saying there is over 100kms of unsealed road ahead ... a pleasant surprise.

      Sounds like madam Tom Tom would go well with your driver, she hates dirt road too.

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  2. I like the colours and the shapes in this photo. How the colour of the metal (rusted or not) corresponds with the surroundings. Like camouflage.

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