The Homestead and the Haemo

We went for a meal at the pub in the village where I was brought up, and did some minor trespassing to see the old homestead. It’s looking a slightly worse for wear; currently empty and a bit dilapidated. It used to be teeming with life: house cows, poultry, pigs, bulls, calves, sheep, errant sheep dogs, plus an enormous veg patch. 

Lovely food at the pub - in the extra - named the Haemo (clue’s in the name) by my brothers and their mates, who used to cause a fair amount of chaos in there.