When Shane moved out from our place in June, he headed ten minutes away to Cawongla, where he has set up his new 'camp' on a property at Cawongla. Parking a caravan he bought next to an abandoned dairy bales on the property of one of his ex's mother-in-law's property, he is fashioning out a very nice place, which he has affectionately dubbed Dharavi, after the Indian slum.
He has created a safe compound around his dwelling to protect himself, his garden and Bluey, from the herd of cattle and the angry bull that live in the paddock, what he has now, also affectionately, dubbed, The Serengeti. It's man against beast at this haven...and Man is winning. He invited us for lunch on Saturday (it was my first visit, Steve had been before), which we enjoyed from a nicely set table, replete with table cloth, while looking across his garden into the wilds of the Serengeti.
With the help of various friends who have given him an assortment of bulbs and cuttings and seedlings, Shane is putting his magical green thumb to work, transforming a patch of paddock into something botanically splendid.
Now, unfortunately the bales has seen better days, but he has shovelled off tons of soil from the cement floor, which is in quite good nick, and he has set himself up with washing machine and refrigerator in the bales.
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