Tattersalls Hotel gone.

The iconic Tattersalls Hotel in Barringun has been destroyed by fire.

Quoted from Adam Crawley on facebook

At about 3am this morning the Crawley family got a phone call we never expected to receive. Last night, Tattersalls Hotel, our beloved home burnt to the ground, leaving nothing but a smoldering mess of iron and ash and depriving the district of its hub. Half a century of memories, good times, bad times, exceptional yarns, wild nights and priceless history demolished in the blink of an eye. Even though we settled on the sale of the pub two weeks ago and were not longer technically the owners, it’s still completely devastating for all of us and despite how stupid it sounds it’s a feeling similar to loosing a family member. That place looked after us, sheltered us through the worst storms, the hottest days, the most dangerous bushfires, biggest floods, longest droughts, thick and thin. It always looked after us and we always looked after it. The matriarch always maintained that we never owned the pub, we were just looking after it and it’s hard to not feel like we failed slightly. A lot of people have been worried about her, she’s understandably very sad and in true Mary style she’s not just sad for herself and the family but she’s sad for the new owners and she’s very sad and worried for the community and her beloved locals, a true publican till the end, she shares a bond with those locals that other people probably wouldn’t understand. In saying that she’s typically staunch and will be ok. We were so looking forward to visiting our old mate for the rest of our lives, we knew we wouldn’t last forever, but we thought the pub would. When we said goodbye to our old mate we thought it would be us that wouldn’t make it back, not him throwing the towel in. Maybe he finally decided he’d given enough. Vale Tattersalls. Never to be forgotten by anyone who met you.