Last week we hooked up the caravan and went away for a few days.
We went back again to our hometown to catch up with friends and hopefully do some fishing. The weather didn't allow for the latter, but that's okay, there will be another time. We bought some fish from the local fish factory, and boy do they taste good!
On one of the days we went to visit our old farm.
This is the place I grew up on.
This is the place that holds the best memories.
This is the place where my heart will always be.
Here we go.
Walking through the healthy crops to get to the farmhouse
The old house block was surrounded by crops. There was no way to drive in, so we walked.
Our farm was 7,500 acres and is now owned by someone else. They are good friends of ours, so we were allowed to go and take a look.
The crops are looking great!
A quick photo at the front gate.
The old house is in a sad state.
This was my room...
Another angle of the house
The old horse stables.
We rode horses as youngsters.
My horse's name was Cherokee.
It has been many years since these stables were last used.
Here is the old lemon tree, surviving on very little and with some lemons on.
We brought some home.
I also brought back a couple of branches of a fig tree that grows nearby. I am hoping to strike some pieces.
My mum's milking shed.
Dad built this for her.
Every morning she would rise very early to go milk her beloved cow, Annie.
Next we headed over to where our chooks (chickens) were kept.
At four o'clock every day we went to feed the girls and collect the eggs.
Some old farm machinery that my dad left behind. This is called a Stripper.
And a Winnower...
One of the original underground tanks still standing and still holding water.
Heading back up toward the house.
It is nice and green this year.
There were three big trees at the front of the house, one gum tree and two Norfolk Pines. Now there are only two.
The old pile of wood is still there...
An old kerosene fridge sits along the verandah near the outside dunny. Can you see it?
Time to head back...
One last look, and a very sad face...
I miss this place and would move back to where I was born and bred in a heartbeat.
Especially with views like this one taken on the night we arrived.
Here is our little van.
Just big enough for two.
We had lots of rain one afternoon and night. The caravan had a good wash and we got to listen to it fall on the roof.
We are back home again and I need to get out in my garden and start geting it ready for Spring planting. I planted some tomato seeds before we went away and they have all come up.
There was rain overnight, so I will take the opportunity to pull some of the weeds out while the ground is damp.
Do you have fond memories of your childhood?