26/06/2026
It's a poignant day for our little community. When we first moved here, we knew no one, had no mailing address, no mailbox, no postbox, and in fact no actual address, just a lot and DP number. We were however warmly welcomed by a number of people, some still here, others have moved on. Many people reached out to help in any way, I think they felt sorry for us, living in canvas, on top of a blustery mountain. Two of the people who we got to know very quickly were John and Margaret Wilson at the Branxton Post Office. Somehow mail found its way to us even if spelt wrong, or numbers were mixed or confused. Few delivery people brave the trip up the hill, so most trips into town see us stopping off at the Post Office, with a smiling face on the other side of the counter...most of the time, unless it was really heavy, in which case, Peter's whereabouts was always questioned 🧐
Today is John and Margaret's last day running Branxton Post Office after 23 years, with our beloved community hub as we know it moving to Huntlee and John and Margaret settling into their well earned retirement.
We often felt a sense of comradery with John and Margaret; like eggs, with the mail, there's really no off button. The Post Office is obligated to serve our community, just about every single day. Good times and not so good, through sickness, floods, drought, fires, there's always the post, and always the Post Office. Under John and Margaret the Post Office remained a traditional source of local news, occasional gossip 🫣, and somewhere to have a yarn as we all go about our daily lives.
We thank John and Margaret from the bottom of our hearts for welcoming us as they did, often recommending or connecting us with people that we should chat to and always taking a genuine interest in our family and farm. Lisa and Ada will certainly miss chatting with you about your mutual love of dogs ;)
We wish our friends all the very best! You're welcome here anytime 💕💕
