I've called this the old quince house for ages because the man who lived here used to give me quinces from his huge tree when I came by in autumn. Now the house is sold. I hope the house will be fixed up. It could be a lovely place to live in.
The old chimney looks fine for fires but the roof needs some care.
looks like the iron lacework around the verandah got stripped off a while ago
But the old verandah is still a great place for a table and some chairs
Now there are leaves on the trees
Things are on the move
The sale sign is gone and the letter box is ready for letters again.
I live in Ballarat, an old goldfields town, in the central west of Victoria, but southerly in relation to the world. I love Chinese architecture, the post-goldfields towns and countryside of central Victoria, and I love the practice and the art of history. This year I'm beginning a research project on Ballarat in the 1870s.