The men in my life love a shed.
I get the whole retreat thing. I get it. Farmers though, they're not really retreating. They're storing. Stockpiling. Saving. Salvaging.
Ever looked in a farm shed?
Mostly they have a lot of fence posts. Some conductor thingos for electric fences. Old bedheads. I'll be honest, I don't know what most of the stuff is. It looks old and rusty and useless to me, but then I'll be wanting a gate to stop the dogs hanging out on the verandah (Ivy's playpen) and Dad and Adam between them will Macgyver up the most fantastic gate built from stuff out of a shed.
In one of the sheds on Dad's place there has been a very old totally dead car. In my mind it had been there for a hundred years although it's an automobile not a cart so obviously it hadn't.
It has had fenceposts and stuff on it for as long as I can remember.
Then a mate of Dad's decided he might resurrect it. And so Dad cleared it off.
Here it is.
It's an old Jalopy. It was originally a taxi in Kiama, I think.
My grandfather, Dad and my Uncle Doug used it to deliver the cans of milk to the co-op. (How crazy's that. No refrigerated milk tanker twice a day. You loaded up the cans and took them to the co-op where they got put on a train.)
I thought this, below, was the Jalopy but I don't think it can have been unless they took off the roof and replaced the tray sometime.
While I was looking for this photo above, I found this one below, also loading cans for transport to the co-op. There's no date on the back, it just says "Buena Vista Dairy."
It looks like Dad but I'm suspecting it's my grandfather.
Cool hey. That cart is probably around here somewhere.