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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.

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  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, :-(

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    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.

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

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  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!

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    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.

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

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    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.

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  6. The strange world of hoarders!

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

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

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  8. What a place this must be! WOW!

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  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!

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

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