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Over the road from the monument at Larras Lee is a collector extraordinaire.  There were dozens of railway carriages mouldering the paddock, old trucks, old cars, a pile of huge tyres from those giant mining machines and heaps of other junk but I reckon having a spare aircraft in the yard takes the cake.


  1. Thank god it's only beer bottles I collect. And stones. And nuts. And rusty metal pieces.

    ;-) - Very interesting, this post.

    You know that with the non embedded comment form there is no chance for us to subscribe to follow ups? Blogger is really changing things - but not for good, :-(

    1. Martina, I have been gone a couple of days and did not realise that commenting had been changed. I have selected this as the best option. Now I am wondering if I use "reply" which appears on this view, whether it sends you a message.

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  3. There is a fine line between collecting and hoarding, me thinks.

    1. He he ... I'm a collector, my husband is a hoarder.

  4. I was watching Selling Houses yesterday - they had to sell a house of a hoarder, and you can imagine what the clean up was like. However, having plan segments in your yard is something else!

    1. It took me 3 months full time to clean up my parents home and business when they passed on, so I know all about cleaning up to sell house.

  5. Where on earth did he get that from and how did he get it home.

    1. Ann, he appears to also have big trucks as a business sideline ... actually I am not sure if it trucks or junk that is his real business.

  6. The strange world of hoarders!

  7. I'm sure hoarders have a mental problem.

    1. My husband just insisted that I object to this statement.

  8. What a place this must be! WOW!

  9. That is amazing. But as my husband is a good at being a "step toe".....the best he has got is a house - in fact three - I will not show him this one!

  10. It looks like the ruins of civilisation in a Mad Max film


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