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Drought Breaking 2 of 3


In our attempt to find an alternate access to Whistlers Rest because of the flooding we passed Lake Windemere. It seemed a perfect opportunity to get a progress shot on the dam level. See it during the drought here.  It can still go higher, the water storage website says it is now 60% full.

Lake Windemere is at the location of the old town Cudgegong. It had me baffled for a while because a web search turned up photos of the stone church at Cudgegong taken in the 1960s and 1970s and stone churches don't disappear easily so I wondered if it was one of those sneaky nearly gone towns hiding in nook along some country road I had not yet travelled.  Then I found it had been drowned beneath the waters of the lake in the 1980s.  I guess that is another way for a town to die.

You can read a little of the history of Cudgegong which I've added to the localities over at 100 towns.  

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  1. Can't believe the lake was just a bunch of ponds not so long ago.

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  2. Joan please note: In case the portal is still down over this coming weekend, here is a page to help with the April CDPB Theme Day. Read and join in! Carry this message on your next post and in all your comments, to alert other members to this temporary method of keeping in touch!

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  3. Shame about the stone church disappearing. I visited lake Windermere in the Lakes District of England 3 years ago.

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  4. OMG! What a contrast! I would never say it's the same place. Here water levels are going down everyday...

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  5. Hard to believe that the church went down with the town. That someone or some group did not rescue it.

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    1. I am not entirely sure it was not rescued. The gravestones were moved to above the water level. Finding out this info had me wondering what was visible from the old town when the water level was so low.

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  6. To squalid to look at I suspect.

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