Overwhelmingly I felt a sense of sadness for a once-thriving village.
Land, Lots of Land
It was a familiar scene: a rough dirt road, dry creek bed, scrubby bushland. I saw no evidence of cultivation or construction, just shadows, silence, rustlings. But overwhelmingly I felt a sense of connection. I belonged there. I had sprung from this spot.
Roaming Around the Long Paddock
It might surprise you to learn that TSRs are part of Kandos history.
Sweet Scent of Success
So what does an English Baron have to do with Kandos? It seems the cement company was hanging on Leverhulme's coat-tails to promote its own workplace philosophy
Further Along the Castlereagh Highway
It seems to me Capertee, population 145 at the last census, punches above its weight.
Along the Castlereagh Highway
The highlight of the highway route, but also the part that causes a tinge of anxiety for me, is that sliver of road cut into the side of Blackman's Crown, in early days referred to as the Crown Ridge.