In earlier days Morpeth was close to where we lived. A vantage point when the Hunter was in flood to see the river flats and pastures turned into a wide 'lake'.
The village seemed just right for day trippers and setting up projects. Campbells store sat and sat unused....if only.... One gallery had existed for a time that was all.
There was a miscalculation. It seemed that peak oil, fuel prices, pollution and pressures would lead to city folk being deprived of pastimes further afield and flock to places like Morpeth.. Well, that was 'yesterday' as far as environment.
Be careful what you wish for. The little village has changed and grows very crowded has lots of shops selling cuteness and the latest nik nacks places to eat and relax possibly. An annual jazz fest is set up in back street venues.
The village 'common' was 'saved' but was appealing as a unique larger set of colonial and church buildings, walkway and trees and grew mushrooms! Then progress, was the property a sitting duck? Did the church needed to liquidate to pay for its sins?
A large early timber bridge spanning the Hunter was renovated and stands strong and painted white. Thanks to a state dept whose work is usually effective.
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One thing is sure: cars built now won't last as long as that.
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