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CI Everywhere


On Saturday afternoon we went exploring, looking for new towns.  The first was Garra which turned out to be a cluster of houses and a couple of churches, now residences.  What interested me most was this old abandoned dwelling.

I think corrugated iron stove recesses like seen at the back here are quite common, even more so corrugated iron tanks and roofs. Sometimes walls are clad in corrugated iron.  What I have rarely seen are corrugated iron fireplaces.

Visit Garra at 100 towns to see a full view of this house.

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  1. I love corrugated iron buildings. I have found a few with chimneys over the years. I guess that the absence of a brick chimney suggests that they couldn't or wouldn't pay the extra expense.

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  2. Couldn't is my guess. Is CI common in other countries? When did it start being used in Australia?

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  3. Love corrugated iron, particularly the look of it when it rusts. I certainly don't associated it with UK/Europe. Its got a frontier feel about it.

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  4. Agree with Ann you don't see it in the UK/Europe but it is seen in the USA. Made me go do some research ...according to wikepedia it was invented in Britain in the 1820s and became popular in the 1840s in the type of places Ann calls 'frontier' - rural USA, Chile, NZ, Australia and later India. In Australia and Chile it became the most common roofing material even in urban areas. In Australia and NZ is has become part of our cultural identity.

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