Overwhelmingly I felt a sense of sadness for a once-thriving village.
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.
It might surprise you to learn that TSRs are part of Kandos history.
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
It seems to me Capertee, population 145 at the last census, punches above its weight.