We attended the district Christmas party (and were told about the Australia Day party to look forward to) and met our neighbours. Not all of them, but a lot of them. Some of them grew up in the area and return at Christmas to visit family and these are the ones who were very enlightening. We learned things about our property that a real estate agent wouldn't know (though we did like our agent!). It's time, in the 19th Century, as the site of a settlement with a train station came to a close when a landslide occurred. Not only did the landslide wind down trade by the creek, when the dam broke it flooded the next town, just a few kilometres downstream, and finished that off as a town, too. Our whole property was ploughed, by hand as well at tractor, later, for snowpeas. Even the steep bits I've only walked a couple of times - that's dedication! The last footage of the steam train that used to travel the railway was taken from the end of our hill that looks towards the Prom. The house that existed many moons ago would have been dismantled by the 50.
Tom had to fix a couple of things with the tank and it is now collecting rain water without leaking. Next time we go to the farm we will be able to plumb straight into the caravan - mod cons!
And the Tibetan Prayer flags are in place. It's feeling a lot more like 'home'.
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