There’s no question, I’m a country girl at heart. Growing up I spent all my holidays at my Grandparents house in Branxton and Greta in the upper Hunter of NSW. My Grandfather was the Station Msaster of these train stations and their house was always alongside these country stations. I have memories of being in bed, feeling the freight trains rattle the walls as they passed through in the night . My cousin’s lived on the outskirts of Lithgow and we spent most School holidays at their place, catching yabbies, picking blackberries and generally running wild.
In Highschool I went to an all girls private Catholic highschool. My friend were borders and I spent my holidays travelling to country towns in NSW – Wee Waa, Quirindi, Gunnedah, Narrabri and my love for the country town grew stronger still. These towns keep the country going. Supporting the farmers that provide so much that we consume without even realising.
While our home town these days is a mere ode to these ‘proper’ country towns in NSW, the spirit remains strong. The town. The centre. The shops – bringing the community together for amenities, and ceremonies, meals and drinks. We stopped off in Gundagai last night and this morning as I wandered around, I fell in love with this old town all over again. You get snippets of the town that it used to be: the thriving boutiques and cafes. The beautiful signage. The decorated awnings. The hotels. The wide streets. The parallel parking. This town would have been “it”. I happen to think it still is. We stayed in a fabulous, clean and cheap motel. Free wifi. Comfy beds. Hilton could a take a leaf out of their book. We ate at the club, we had breakfast at a cafe, we had a drive around and soaked up the sights.
And I loved it all.
If you can ever stay in Gundagai, I suggest you do. It’s VERY good. And I reckon that the people that live and work there would appreciate it.