20190511 NSW Nyngan

20190511 On our way to Nyngan we pass the town of Tottenham with a big old Queensland Hotel standing on the corner and an old Church on the other like most of these inland country towns. It’s quite amazing how these once bustling towns all shut down leaving just a pub to survive, and survive, they do. Driving through Buddabaddah before we reach Nyngan and still feeling a tad seedy after last nights romp at the Rabbit Trap we head straight to the pub for a well-deserved lunch.

After a nanny nap we walked the town but as it was Saturday everything was closed as they are in these small towns but I always find bits of interesting facts splatted through the streets. 

Like this Bogan that stands tall as you enter the town but the true meaning behind this big guy came to light in 1990 when the Bogan River flooded the town. The town was completely evacuated when the existing levee bank was breached and Nyngan went under the Bogan River, so no’ it’s not a Bogan town, as you may have thought.

Tucked away in one of the back streets I found this well preserved 1897 Town Hall.

The Iroquois helicopter stands on the main street as a reminder of the 1990 floods and the evacuation of Nyngan.

Wagons were once the road trains of the Western Plains between 1870 and 1930 and in 1874 an article was published stating, “one of the largest loads of wool ever seen in Orange arrived, carrying 50 bales and drawn by 14 bullocks, now that’s impressive.

This wagon was the same type used throughout western N.S.W to carry freight to and from rural properties and towns.

And let’s not forget the Cob & Co wagon, this one was built by on of the locals who as a school boy started a hobby which turned into a lifetime passion. After much research the wagon was built exactly how they were made over 150 years ago.

12-05-2019 Happy Mother’s Day to all my family and friends, rise and shine to a beautiful day full of love and laughter.

After my cup of herb tea in bed, I stretch and slowly wake to breakfast in the making.

Now for that 200k trip of nothing but wide open space to Bourke