To borrow from an old show business line, “round and round he goes, where he stops, nobody knows”.
I can’t begin to explain how I ended up in Moonshine Valley yesterday, but that’s where I went. There are a number of small farms up the very narrow winding road, and most of them seem to have buildings dating from pioneering days. Such buildings seem to have been built on an ad hoc basis with no plans and no adherence to rules. The only real rule was make do, and incorporate any materials at hand. I am guessing this old building is a wool shed, based on the row of low height exit chutes from which the newly shorn sheep would have tumbled to the grass below. The sheet of roofing iron peeled back on the roof suggests it hasn’t been used for a while.
Further North, the road passes through a gorge, where there is no room to stop and nothing but bush-lined cliffs on either side of the road and stream. Happily there was a space just before the narrow part where I could see the stream more clearly.
On the other side of the gorge, there are more old sheds and almost without exception, they are a testament to the pioneering ethos of re-using every scrap of material. I can’t imagine any such structure being erected today in this bureaucratic and rule-bound environment.
It always amazes me how different a road is when you traverse it in the other direction. I always find that I see things that I missed on the way up. Most of the old buildings that catch my eye seem to be disused, and in some cases barely capable of allowing entry. What a shame it would be for picture makers if they were to be demolished.
That’s all for now.