Work in progress: Rosie and Scruff Boy (working title).
Rosie and Matt drive out to Matt’s farm, Brackton Downs, for a picnic.
I park in front of the house. Close up, it looks even worse.
“You’ve been living here? Seriously?”
“How could you bear it, leaving it like this! It’s crying out for love and attention.”
"'It’s just a building. Not a puppy.”
He’s cheering up now, arguing.
Work in progress. Matt takes Rosie into town to buy boots. They visit an old shop that has been selling goods for more than a century.
Work in progress. Rosie and Matt visit Decima's old cottage, a slab construction from the colonial era.
The house is pretty old. Instead of standard horizontal weatherboard panels, it has vertical slabs, wide and thick. Probably made from all the local trees they cut down when they decided to grow crops here.
Rakali Springs suffers a severe dust storm that rips roofs off houses and destroys trees. Rosie and Matt discuss it.
We see a house without a roof. People crawl across it, dragging a tarpaulin to cover the exposed trusses and beams.
“Looks like it followed quite a narrow track,” says Matt. “Like a tornado.”
“We don’t have those, do we?”
“Not like they do in the US, but we have smaller versions.”
“Like what exactly?”
“You know. A whirlwind, kicks up dust. But a small diameter.”
“You mean a dust devil. I hope. I haven’t heard your version before.”
I blush and he laughs.