Down the hill on our property there are sheds. Lots of sheds. Big ones. Small ones. Chook sheds. Machine sheds. Just sheds. Man sheds? Not really, just sheds. With lots of stuff. In fact, an enormous amount of stuff. Junk, to a certain extent. Left-over building materials, pipes, tiles, tools, timber, fertilizer, corrugated iron sheets, windows, doors, poly pipe, electrical wiring and pipes, bits, bobs, things. A lot of it belonging (at some stage) to the previous owner of the property (yes, 10 years ago); other stuff belonging to me.
Well. The photos below show a remarkable absence of all This Stuff. And that is the way it should be. It's gone, it was taken away, it was redistributed among scrap yards, tips and bonfires. Our neighbour Bruce did a fantastic job clearing it all out. It's liberating in a way. Less baggage, more space.
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