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Twin hay sheds
It wouldn't be a visit to the country without me trying to add to my hay series and other favourites. I've got a shearing shed and an abandonded house coming up next but didn't find a new Royal Hotel.
I'm watching Sense and Sensibility as I blog and I think this is the perfect "bucolic" scene. I'm sure you were sitting in the shade of a large tree, thinking deep thoughts about poetry, and making sure your long dress wasn't exposing your womanly ankles.
Julie, dunno what the mound is, not a grave. Actually you can bury people on private land but you have to get the approval of the council and there are a lot of rules and restrictions ... in the old days farms had their own burial plots.
I missed winding up in a cool and breeze space like this with tall trees around and delightful Hay Sheds on the field. Reminding me of how beautiful it is to find a peace of mind and serendipity in the middle of a green-living farm.
We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything. Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this. The roadside monument says: In Memory of WILLIAM LEE (1794 - 1870) of "Larras Lake" a pioneer of the sheep and cattle industry and first member for Roxburgh under responsible government (1856 - 1859). This stone was erected by his descendants. --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an inc...
Our last stop on this trip was to see if there was anything left of an old town once called Frying Pan which was later renamed Yetholme. I knew Yetholme to be a roadhouse on the highway near the pine forests and didn't expect to find anything but again I was wrong. There was a lovely little settlement with homes, a neat community hall and a church still in use. The perfect spot for the creatively inspired. Apparently it was a tourist town back in the early 1900s and in more recent years was bypassed by the Great Western Highway leaving it to settle into its pleasant tranquil existence, hidden from the travellers speeding by. I remembered it is Tuesday so have added a supplementary photo to participate in Taphophile Tragics this week. This is St Paul's Anglican Church in Yetholme. The burials in the church yard date from the 1873 to the present day. You can see a little more of Yetholme over at 100 Towns.
I'm watching Sense and Sensibility as I blog and I think this is the perfect "bucolic" scene. I'm sure you were sitting in the shade of a large tree, thinking deep thoughts about poetry, and making sure your long dress wasn't exposing your womanly ankles.
ReplyDeleteBucolic ... yes that's a good word for this scene.
ReplyDeleteI have just gone through the last few weeks of photographs on this site and they are fantastic. Really nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat is that mound in the foreground? I know what I think it is, but we can't just bury people at a place of our own choosing. Can we?
ReplyDeleteSean, thanks.
ReplyDeleteJulie, dunno what the mound is, not a grave. Actually you can bury people on private land but you have to get the approval of the council and there are a lot of rules and restrictions ... in the old days farms had their own burial plots.
Really? Still? Okay, I just thought that would have been ruled out by now.
ReplyDeleteI missed winding up in a cool and breeze space like this with tall trees around and delightful Hay Sheds on the field. Reminding me of how beautiful it is to find a peace of mind and serendipity in the middle of a green-living farm.
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