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This summer 7 of 10

Wattle Flat
And of course I had to get an abandoned building into the series too.  I've passed this one a few times when it has not been convenient to get a photograph so have been itching to get a shot of it.


  1. There appears to be a decent sluice of daub between those 'wattles' there. That would make this little structure quite aged. I wonder when W&D ceased being the construction-style of choice?

  2. "Zadock"! I wonder where that came into Mark's family from. I shall nip up and ask, I shall.

    Gemma's has a lovely balcony. I think many of the lovely wrought-iron I am seeing in Paddo at the moment, is new stuff. No longer wrought-iron but extruded aluminium. Hardly has the same ring ...

  3. The problem with me is that I love places like this, and photos of places like this. But I love them only if they're not my responsibility. In the US I have a shack and a fence that are in far better condition that what's shown here, and it bothers me to no end that they're not perfect.

    There's likely a lesson for me in there somewhere.

  4. Beautiful .... Oh how I love the country!


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