If walls could talk let's imagine the tales this old farm house sitting on Burra's doorstep could tell. Left behind from the time of milking your own cow before breakfast and riding your horse to school how many children ran down your passage way letting the screen door slam? How many storms have rolled across your rooftop bringing life giving rain to your remote location and beaming smiles to your farmers faces?
Sitting silently nestled in your field of shooting crops, rain clouds rolling over the gentle sweeping hills at your back you sit and watch the world passing by. Winds ruffle your grassy surrounds in waves of rolling green beauty while you sit and stare, perhaps hoping to be inhabited once more by a loving family, to once again feel warm smoke billow out your silent chimneys, is it that of which you dream?
Pelting through the power soft fall that is enveloping their playground the energetic pack are doing just what they love best of all. Racing their... View full product details
This mans home is certainly his castle as well. Climbing the tree lined drive we view the magnificent historic housee with it's towered roof line and... View full product details
Deep in the forest, beneath the outstretched branches of towering fur trees lies the still cool waters of a grassy swamp bathed in the autumn... View full product details
Golden light streams down from the fading afternoon sky and almost purposefully illuminates this lone standing tree in a field of green. That perfect time... View full product details