Both Lettie and H.R. are right. I will feel good when I have got these tasks under my belt...and yes H.R. we all have some sort of grime in our lives.
Although my sister-in-law doesn't have pans with black bottoms (she cooks on a halogen hob...and somehow the pans don't seem to get dirty bottoms from that type of cooking) she does have more than her fair share of dust......it is not really her fault....you could dust two or three times every day and the flat surfaces would still have a film of dust.
Let me explain. My sister-in-law lives out in the middle of nowhere, on the broders of Victoria and New South Wales.
The nearest small town is a place called Wodonga and it is about twenty minutes drive away so although it is not exactly the 'bush'...it is an isolated homestead.
The homestead proper is called Bonegilla Homestead...and it was built a couple of hundred years ago by her son-in laws ancestors.....it is an historic farmhouse.
My sister-in-law lives in a weatherboard house that has been built for her in one of the paddocks. The house used to be A Salvation Army house that was rented to women that had suffered domestic violence. It was built in the main town of Wodonga.....when it came up for sale very cheaply......we dismantled it and it was put on a low loader and transported to the homestead. I say 'we' dismantled it...because during our six month stay over there we helped with the demolition and the rebuilding of the place. I have to say that I was actually better at the demolition bit...when it came to the building bit I was better employed in brewing up and being a 'gofor'. It is a beautiful home...all modernised and light.... nothing like it was when it was used by the distressed women.
From her front door to the main gate of the property it is about 2.5kms....it isn't a drive as such.....it is a dusty track full of stones and pot-holes.
When the weather is dry (which is very often) visitors are heralded by a plume of dust rising from the back of their vehicle. There is no excuse not to have the kettle boiled and a brew made by the time the visitors arrive.
In the wet...which isn't often, the track becomes a quagmire and a skidpan. Having said that, if you like solitude it is the place you would want to be. Her lounge room overlooks the paddocks and curious steers come to the fence, some 10 yards away to look in on her.
Her daughter grows oranges in her garden...and an old farm helper who rents one of the farm buildings has a kitchen garden...he grows all manner of vegetables and is willing to share them...and my sister-in-law makes him a cooked meal in payment for the fresh veggies.
The night sky is something else to behold. There is absolutely no light pollution and the stars can be seen very clearly.... but if you have to cross from her house to the main homestead.....well, let's just say it is pretty scary unless you take the torch. The wild animals have the roaming rights at night too...sometimes you can hear the possums snuffling about in the grass....it is all so clear because there is no traffic noise.
A brief stay in Clayton is going to be something else altogether...we might have muck, but we don't have yellow dust on everything.
Although my sister-in-law doesn't have pans with black bottoms (she cooks on a halogen hob...and somehow the pans don't seem to get dirty bottoms from that type of cooking) she does have more than her fair share of dust......it is not really her fault....you could dust two or three times every day and the flat surfaces would still have a film of dust.
Let me explain. My sister-in-law lives out in the middle of nowhere, on the broders of Victoria and New South Wales.
The nearest small town is a place called Wodonga and it is about twenty minutes drive away so although it is not exactly the 'bush'...it is an isolated homestead.
The homestead proper is called Bonegilla Homestead...and it was built a couple of hundred years ago by her son-in laws ancestors.....it is an historic farmhouse.
My sister-in-law lives in a weatherboard house that has been built for her in one of the paddocks. The house used to be A Salvation Army house that was rented to women that had suffered domestic violence. It was built in the main town of Wodonga.....when it came up for sale very cheaply......we dismantled it and it was put on a low loader and transported to the homestead. I say 'we' dismantled it...because during our six month stay over there we helped with the demolition and the rebuilding of the place. I have to say that I was actually better at the demolition bit...when it came to the building bit I was better employed in brewing up and being a 'gofor'. It is a beautiful home...all modernised and light.... nothing like it was when it was used by the distressed women.
From her front door to the main gate of the property it is about 2.5kms....it isn't a drive as such.....it is a dusty track full of stones and pot-holes.
When the weather is dry (which is very often) visitors are heralded by a plume of dust rising from the back of their vehicle. There is no excuse not to have the kettle boiled and a brew made by the time the visitors arrive.
In the wet...which isn't often, the track becomes a quagmire and a skidpan. Having said that, if you like solitude it is the place you would want to be. Her lounge room overlooks the paddocks and curious steers come to the fence, some 10 yards away to look in on her.
Her daughter grows oranges in her garden...and an old farm helper who rents one of the farm buildings has a kitchen garden...he grows all manner of vegetables and is willing to share them...and my sister-in-law makes him a cooked meal in payment for the fresh veggies.
The night sky is something else to behold. There is absolutely no light pollution and the stars can be seen very clearly.... but if you have to cross from her house to the main homestead.....well, let's just say it is pretty scary unless you take the torch. The wild animals have the roaming rights at night too...sometimes you can hear the possums snuffling about in the grass....it is all so clear because there is no traffic noise.
A brief stay in Clayton is going to be something else altogether...we might have muck, but we don't have yellow dust on everything.
