Along the tracks of Cobb and Co. - The Western Run

<p><strong>'Tchk-tchk! Git-up!' </strong>The journey continues-<strong>feel the rhythm of the swingle-bars the steady beat of hooves and the bounce of sturdy leather springs </strong>as Cobb and Co. charges forward into history. Step into the <strong>golden age of Cobb and Co.</strong> where dust swirled along bush roads the sweet scent of ferns and eucalypti lingered on the crisp morning air and pioneers carved their legacy into the land. Some say these were better days-a time of grit adventure and unbreakable spirit when <strong>coaches thundered across the nation connecting towns delivering mail and carrying the hopes of a growing Australia.</strong></p><p></p><p>Along the western run Cobb and Co.'s <strong>bustling mail changes lively refreshment stops and 'Royal Hotels' </strong>offered weary travellers a brief respite before pushing forward into the unknown. But as <strong>railways rose</strong> the coaching industry <strong>slowly faded</strong> main routes were <strong>abandoned</strong> and country towns slipped into history. Once a vital institution Cobb and Co. became a <strong>romantic picturesque memory its legacy etched into the fabric of Australia's past. </strong>On this journey take an extended stop in and around <strong>Roma</strong> where the <strong>echoes of Cobb and Co. still linger near the old slab hut</strong> whispering stories of a <strong>time long gone. </strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Rain hail or shine-mud dust or flood-it was all the same to Cobb's drivers. </strong>Whether riding with <strong>wild quiet or barely tamed horses</strong> the journey was never predictable. Feel the <strong>dewy breath of early morning</strong> the anticipation of <strong>townsfolk gathering </strong>as the coach arrived its wheels rattling over rugged tracks. But beyond the thrill lay moments of <strong>sheer terror</strong>-the chaos of <strong>bolting horses</strong> the heart-stopping sensation of being <strong>pitched clean out of the coach</strong> or the battle against <strong>pitiless sleet slicing like a thousand sharp-edged knives</strong> cold wet and unforgiving.</p><p></p><p>Oh! <strong>Those were the days-pulsating with life brimful of laughter and etched into the untamed heart of Australia.</strong></p>