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Townsville


Townsville is an elegant city overlooked at every turn by Castle Hill which you can see in the centre of this photo.

My Mum was in the Army during the War and while she spent most of her time in Melbourne and Albury she was posted to Townsville towards the end and joined in the end of war celebrations here.
Travelling up here I realise how much closer to home the war was in the north of Australia.

I guess Castle Hill has watched over many changes since that time.

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  1. Lovely photo and very intresting post. I will soon go to see an exhibition about Portugal during WWII. The country was neutral thanks to Salazar's dictatorship but even so, so many things happened here regarding espionage and exiled people.

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    1. That is interesting - I didn't know that about Portugal.

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  2. You have captured the lovely warmth of Townsville.

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    1. It was lovely and warm. Winter is such a delightful time to be in North Queensland.

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  3. I've never been to Townsville but it looks like a very cosmopolitan place.

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    1. I had no memory whatsoever of Townsville from being there 40 or so years earlier. I found it to be quite vibrant and very Queensland, though we spent very little time there.

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  4. It's a big city now, isn't it?
    Whenever I tell people I am from Toowoomba they always think I'm talking about Townsville.

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    1. Only non-Queenslanders could get those two cities muddled ... both are beautiful cities but one is hot and the other has cold winters.

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  5. I loved the walk along the waterfront there and the view from Castle Hill.

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    1. The waterfront did look really attractive. We didn't go up Castle Hill ... didn't seem smart to tow a van up there.

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