Home Sweet Home
We've done it! After two months of driving back and forth across the great state of Victoria, we have our block: 11 and a half acres of lightly-treed, partially-cleared land, on a gentle, north-facing slope, with a hundred-year-old miner's cottage, a shearing shed and chicken coops. It's perfect. I mean- it's not perfect... The quaint miner's cottage is sadly not liveable: the ceilings are caved in in several places and the floorboards are basically planks of dry rot held together with cobwebs and dust. The whole place is quite literally rotting into the ground and will have to be torn down. Luckily, the local quadbike gangs* have already started the job for us and the exterior walls have large holes in them where anything of value has been ripped from the carcass of the building (including, devastatingly, an original, cast-iron, roll-top claw-footed bathtub. SMH). The shearing shed is as bad, if not worse-off: a collapsing structure, it consists of a...