small. things I like at peak hill

Sparrows chattering or arguing in the oleander bush near the back verandah. 
The Currajong bird's haunting call.
The Hill with its views, history and rusty debris along the red dirt trails.
The presence of gold.
Bohinia trees, large and plentiful.
People own dogs that are cranky and barky.
Large spacious house blocks.
An array of Abandoned homes,  crumbling away in yards overgrown with peppercorn and bohinia trees.  
Ponoes in back yards.
Aboriginal people living & working alongside whites.  
The owner of an abandoned Holden dealership refuses to sell any of the old vehicles still sat in the showroom. 
This old gold town is healing from the ravages of greedy miners.
Walkers are rarely seen on the streets. 
Trucks and road trains roll through the main street at all hours. 
That real estate is not a thing.
There are more closed shops, than open shops..
That each street block is bisected by seedy back lanes. 

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