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Wayfaring by the Castlereagh


We have found our spot for the night at Gilgandra by the banks of the Castlereagh River.  The Newell Highway also passes through this town.  When we lived in Canberra 30 years ago we used to drive the Newell up to family in Queensland and wizz through these towns with barely a blink.  I remember nothing of them, just rivers and bridges and lots of flat land in between.

But these days we do things differently, we are not going from A to B.  We are wayfaring.

We will stay for a day and two and see what there is to see.

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  1. My paternal grandmother was born in Gilgandra in December 1895.

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  2. I take it back! Gilgunnia ... she was born in Gilgunnia ... much further west ...

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    1. Ha ha. I have got caught with that type of thing ... A post about that coming up about it later in this series.

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  3. I have not been to any of these towns and so look forward to your posts.

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    1. The route was pretty much chosen because we haven't been to them either other than the towns that intersect with the Newell.

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