Mudgee (near Dubbo, now a major provincial centre), would have been well out in the sticks, a hundred odd years ago, when that photo was taken.
Spent a very pleasant weekend with 2 friends in Dubbo, one of which Denis (RIP) was born and brought up there. We stayed with his parents and passed most of the time splashing about in the RSL swimming pool.
There wasn’t much to do in Dubbo in those days and it was still well out in the sticks then, the '60s. In fact the very word Dubbo entered our private language for someone who is slow and backward. Den didn’t mind, but then he was…
Mudgee (near Dubbo, now a major provincial centre), would have been well out in the sticks, a hundred odd years ago, when that photo was taken.
Spent a very pleasant weekend with 2 friends in Dubbo, one of which Denis (RIP) was born and brought up there. We stayed with his parents and passed most of the time splashing about in the RSL swimming pool.
There wasn’t much to do in Dubbo in those days and it was still well out in the sticks then, the '60s. In fact the very word Dubbo entered our private language for someone who is slow and backward. Den didn’t mind, but then he was…
Good old Dubbo hasn’t changed much, exept for the new bridge crossing the Macquarie.
The name was in the parlance, of my sister and me, for the same reason.
Star down under.: Good old Dubbo hasn’t changed much, exept for the new bridge crossing the Macquarie.
The name was in the parlance, of my sister and me, for the same reason.
Must have been wider then, I thought it was just us, taking the mick out of Den. Our other mate was ‘Bones’, called that because you could see every one he had, never did know his real name. If he had time off he was building a house in the Blue Mountains, out of wood of course. Then the bush fires came through and we all thought the worst for him. But when we drove up there to check on it the flames had jumped it completely, the houses either side were gutted.
On our way up there Den pointed out the spot where he fell asleep at the wheel in his Mini. It left the road, bounced a few time, somersaulted a couple more and landed in a written off crumpled heap in a gulley. When he came to he panicked because he could feel something warm and wet all around his neck and shoulders. He calmed down when he realised it wasn’t red but brown, his coffee flask had split itself around the back of his neck.
Class shot of the Atkinson not biased you understand and it is also a decent shot of the Guy Light 8 another favourite of mine It’s just a shame about the crappy sign writing though ! Cheers Bewick