Story telling from Australia
Broken Hill is full of surprises.
Take Thomas Street. Houses line both sides of this busy suburban street. The town’s hospital, health centre, aged care facility and a thriving cafe form a hub at the centre, and at first glance there’s nothing remarkable about it.
This one bedroom miner’s cottage is just a short stroll from the hospital.
Typical of many in town, it’s appealing, unassuming and a little ragged around the edges – as all long-standing cottages in this heritage-listed mining town have every right to be. A lick of paint has spruced it up and it’s a comfortable place to stay.
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You’ll find it’s the Outback equivalent of Alice through the Looking Glass.
Look what happens when you open the back door.
The bush beckons.
It’s hard to call this a ‘back garden’.
The only clue is a Hill’s Hoist, without which no Aussie garden would be complete. It stands behind evidence that even larger trees once grew here.
The original dunny still works although I’m not game to try it. In a garden this wild who knows what might be lurking in there?
Maybe this guy will keep some of the ‘Joe Blakes’ (snakes) away.
I have no idea what’s growing. All I can recognise are occasional patches of daisies, pushing up through soil that’s as soft as a pillow. The leaf mould these trees have dropped has gradually decayed over centuries.
It’s a garden full of hidden surprises. The top end is completely wild.
Was this once a chook shed?
And who built this barbecue?
I have no idea. All I know is it’s a magnificent place to sit as the sun goes down.
Broken Hill. I love it.