Loo with the (Hilton) View, cont’
I think I should point out that this is not actually our HOUSE toilet. I know we live in the sticks, an’ all, but we have actual indoor plumbing here at Granite Glen. It’s amazing but true. Actually all the folks I know have indoor plumbing in these parts. Hot running water and microwaves too. Some places even have air-conditioning. (A fact which shocked and horrified my father for many years. He’s acclimatised to the 20th century now. The 21st century is a whole other matter!). We also have a widescreen TV, but that is another story … and we really need to get back to the outhouse/thunderbox from Wednesday.
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SSB and I invested in a small local holding just before moving to Granite Glen. It is only a few kilometres from our house, and is a very interesting place. The previous owners believed strongly in enjoying their workplace. The father of the bloke we purchased it from was a very talented builder. While no-one lived on site(during their ownership) he constructed a shed with an attached open-fire cook-hut where musterers gathered to quench their thirst and sleep over.
Bunks lined the corrugated iron room, with its concreted floor, pantry and ‘porch’. It was christened (in typical Aussie humour) The Hilton.
Our block therefore offers far more advanced facilities than any other paddock on our family property. Smoko time while working anywhere else on the place, requires you find a comfy-looking stump, set up your esky and thermos and take in the view. If you need to relieve yourself, then find a tree and go about your business. Those with foresight might have some paper in their tuckerbox. (It’s one of those circumstances where hindsight may be 20-20, but it could also extremely uncomfortable. You get the picture.)
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The Hilton-builders, however, did not believe in such spartan mustering facilities. They believed in going the whole hog… at least as far as one could without laid on power and plumbing. So the shed not only boasts a semi-open shower (with bucket-fed rose system) set within a small tank, but also a solar-panel powered light…
…And a thunderbox. 
7 Comments
Leslie
Great post today! 🙂
Jayne
LOL
I love that particular Hilton – sheds cow manure all over the primped blonde social princess of the same name 😛
Me & Boo
In comparison to a stump, the Hilton is…. well the Hilton 🙂
Karen
Okay, for the American, can you define “mustering” and “tuckerbox”? Thanks! *grin* (I love that I’m gaining a whole new vocabulary by regularly visiting your blog!)
debby
Golly, I don’t know what’s up with my comments…I notice they did not post either here or on Jeanie’s blog. But anyway, I love these posts BB. It’s a whole different way of life, like you’re foreign or something. :^D
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Righty-o. Karen – another language/definition/translation post coming up!
Debby – we ARE foreign (or something). Well actually YOU are!
🙂 And… no comment on my last pic? Are you OK? Smelling salts??
Jayne – I was totally tempted to go down the whole Paris v GG path. But resisted. For now. He heh.
Leslie – you keep me posting with such sweet comments! Ta love.
BB
debby
Actually, I laughed, imagining our Gerard watching someone do their business in the outhouse and thinking to his reptilian self: “Those critters are just plain HOMELY!” I expect though, if I were ever to meet Gerard in person…well. I’d wet myself. Especially if he moves fast. Fast moving icky things make me shriek a little.