In the bright sunshine of the great Southern Land a relic from our pioneering past silently sits in an empty paddock. Giant white balls of cotton wool clouds float by in the brilliant blue sky taunting the parched earth with the prospect of rain. A harsh climate for survival, a wide brown land of heat and drought and flood.
This old homestead now roofless to the temperamental weather watches as the years slip by, no longer a shelter to its family. If walls could talk imagine the tales these sturdy rock walls could tell, no doubt of adversity and hard work but also love and hopes and dreams.