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Apart from being an iconic centrepiece for the city and a lookout for spectacular scenic views, Castle Hill has a significant history. The Hill's vantage was used by visiting American soldiers during World War II. According to local legend, the visitors famously offered to demolish the hill and use the rock to build a bridge to Magnetic Island. A World War II observation bunker sits on one corner of the Hill reminding visitors of Castle Hill's military history. Source: www.queensland.com/au/en/things-to-do/attractions/p-56b26...

On 28 February 1937, Castle Hill Road was completed and opened. Source: www.townsville.qld.gov.au/about-townsville/history-and-he...

Ser ut til at dette er Vang kirke i Vang i Valdres.

Tack för ditt värdefulla bidrag till att identifiera platsen för bilden! Din hjälp är verkligen uppskattad :) Jag lägger till informationen i Flickr Commons och i vår egen bilddatabas. Thank you for your valuable contribution on identifying the location for the picture. Your help is really appreciated :) I'll complete with the correct data on Flickr Commons and in our photo database. /Anna B

The group www.flickr.com/groups/norwegianchurches/ would be pleased to have this and the other great photos of norwegian churches added

trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/253066347 - Sydney Punch, 17th November, 1883... At Coogee. I stood on the rocks and I watched the waves rolling With mighty force in from the far reaching deep, And how my heart heaved as I saw them come bowling And dashing in spray clouds above each wild reef. See! now they're receding, repulsed for a moment, But only to gather fresh strength in their course, And ere I can fancy them gone, comes a torrent Of billows which bears all along with its force. Now I look at the wall of blue waves which come tearing Like cavalry horses in martial array, Their white crests, like plumes, all so gallantly wearing, Ere breaking their forms in light showers of salt spray. Oh ! grand are the anthems of music they're ringing, And wondrous the changes of feeling they wake, No minstrel that e'er charmed the ear with his singing, Sent such thrills thro' our hearts as those they can make. And I've seen them too when far out on the ocean, Their home, where nought else can their power contest, When even the Heavens seemed to join in their motion And flung me from one to the other's wild breast. Roll on, mighty monarchs ! o'er your wild dominions, Intruders can. but at your pleasure, remain Insulted, you have but to shake your wild pinions, And alone! you continue to rule over the main.