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On the road


Spotted on the outskirts of Peak Hill.

Musing:
The Australian version of a well known song
"Cos "I've been everywhere, man,
I've been everywhere, man.
'Cross the deserts bare, man;
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been ev'rywhere.

Been to:
Tullamore, Seymour, Lismore, Mooloolaba,
Nambour, Maroochydore, Kilmore, Murwillumbah ... [it goes on and on]

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  1. Oo I remember looking at this photo and knowing what I was going to talk about - but musta never done it!

    When I lived on the farm in the Hunter Valley, there was a family that lived 20 minutes away, on the other side of the Holydene Store just before the cut through Mount Dangerphins. They were as rough as guts. They had a home like this. It scared me.

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  2. Yes there was always some down of heal family living like this and pretty scary but then again my parents home was quite 'junked up' too, like many country dwellings ... that's why I view them with affection. The scary bit for me today is the reminder to "stop collecting clutter or it happen to you!"

    The longer you live in one place the easier it is to accumulate. I think that's why country places are the way they are ... farms in particular are multi-generational in their occupancy so nobody ever cleans out the old things or there is some old grandma in the corner saying you can't throw it's still got a few good days left in it.

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