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Gundaroo

Gundaroo's main street is much less grand than Braidwood's, but equally historic. Somehow, it's easier to imagine it as a dusty road where Cobb & Co. pulled up at the coaching inn. The National Trust has defined the village as being of historic significance and it has been classified as an Urban Conservation Area. Building styles and materials range from slab huts and wattle and daub to stone and locally fired brick.

Gundaroo also has a town common bordering the village on the eastern side. The common is one of the few remaining functioning town commons in existence and provides an area for villagers to graze cattle.

There are rumours of a wild past in Gundaroo. Banjo Patterson penned a verse, The Gundaroo Bullock, which painted the town in a particularly criminal light:

...Far away by Grabben Cullen,
where the Murrumbidgee flows,
There's a block of broken country-side where
no one ever goes;
For the banks have gripped the squatters,
and the free selectors too,
And their stock are always stolen by the men of Gundaroo…

In more recent times, a certain raciness has been attached to Gundaroo watering holes. The Gundaroo Colonial Inn, aka Matt Crowe's Wine Bar, has been in continuous operation since 1872. The adjective most commonly attached to it seems to be ‘notorious'.

A favourite meeting place of locals, it featured heavily in the ‘Prickle Farmer' ABC radio series from the late Mike Hayes. The wine bar is clearly still a drawcard for residents. As a local historian writes: “Recent years have seen an upsurge in interest in the Village from people who work in Canberra but want to enjoy a more rural lifestyle, keep a few animals, become part of a community, and enhance the turn-over of Crowes' Wine Bar.”

The much more upmarket Royal Hotel wasn't always so. For a long period in its life, as the ‘Gundaroo Pub', it catered for busloads of raucous visitors doing ‘Aussie drinking tours'. Locals tell of several dozen Japanese tourists enthusiastically singing “Crick go the shears boys, crick, crick, crick”. Special duty-free souvenir stores were set up for one night only, to lighten the wallets of the visitors while they were in a particularly mellow state of mind. (Maybe Banjo was right!)
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