Horsham and the Stick Shed

We only stayed in Horsham for one night, but it was a terrific place and we both thought that it would be a good place to stay a bit longer. We had a cabin in a caravan park near the river and it was a lovely spot. Shannon went for a big walk around the river while I napped and she met many a fine puppy dog.

We went to dinner at a pizza place called Bonnie and Clyde and I figure that with places like that, it can go two ways. Nicky and I went to a place in St Kilda that was heavily themed and the food was entirely unremarkable. But I can tell you, dear and gentle reader, that they did a terrific pizza there at Bonnie and Clyde.

From Horsham we went to Murtoa where we saw our last piece of silo art but, much more importantly, the Stick Shed. I had never heard of it before this year, but it turns this is only one of many of these sheds that were built, in a matter of months, to store excess grain during World War Two. I don't think that you get a full sense of it from photos, but it is a tremendously large space. And it was really quiet when we were there.

I don't know that I'd describe it as a spiritual experience, but it was heading that way.

08:39 am, November 26, 2024