As the March winds its way from village to village the secret of bush life unfolds before us.
The walk through the paddocks of green and gold make your heart sing. The forgotten towns once bustling to a much stronger beat of a rural heartland make you wonder why it has come to this. These forgotten gems are ripe for discovery as these glorious icons of our architectural history lay in hibernation waiting for the breath of a rebirth. Grand old pubs lay closed, whole streets in slumber murmuring through the ages our bush history once so glorious in its prosperity.
Photos of the March from Wallendbeen to Harden.
The walk through the paddocks of green and gold make your heart sing. The forgotten towns once bustling to a much stronger beat of a rural heartland make you wonder why it has come to this. These forgotten gems are ripe for discovery as these glorious icons of our architectural history lay in hibernation waiting for the breath of a rebirth. Grand old pubs lay closed, whole streets in slumber murmuring through the ages our bush history once so glorious in its prosperity.
Photos of the March from Wallendbeen to Harden.
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