Emma and I recently bought a property with my parents, in Crookwell, north-west of Goulburn. It’s a 4.5 bedroom cottage with 3 hectares of land right in the middle of town. The house is on the corner of the block with a huge poplar tree in the yard. The land slopes down to Kiama Creek, there’s a white wooden bridge, and over the other side is the main street of town. (This photo was taken when we first inspected the house.)
It’s pretty rustic but we really like it.
Crookwell is a great little town, people who live there obviously care for it a lot.
On Friday night we travelled down from Sydney to spend the night, we have a lot of cleaning and work to do to make the place ready for a tenant. The lady we bought the house from has left junk and rubbish all over the property. On top of that, the wet spring and summer seasons have also made the grass grow into a jungle. She also had dogs that lived in the house, so it’s a bit stinky inside. We need to clean the carpets, walls, windows, kitchen, everything; paint the inside (at the moment the rooms are painted in a remarkable assortment of ugly colours); tidy the gardens, remove all the junk. And that’s not even starting to think about the paddocks – full of weeds and thistles.
In short, there is lots of work to do.
We woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing on Saturday morning and found this bloke and his lady hen checking us out. He kept trying to come through the door so I had to put up a barricade. The sheep also turned up early to trim the grass in the yard before taking off to the bottom of the paddock near the creek to escape the heat. The sheep and the chooks all belong to the previous owner, the sheep are still there because she’s going to keep grazing the land for a while, since she’s only moved down the road, and the chooks just keep coming back because they have pea-brains.
We walked over the bridge to town for some breakfast, a very nice bacon and eggs at a cafe. The menu offered a ‘shearers breakfast’ – including lamb chops, bacon, sausages, mushrooms, eggs, tomato, who-knows-what-else, and thick toast. I wasn’t allowed to have that. But maybe I can when we finish work.
Anyway, I can recommend Catherine’s Cafe, “Crookwell’s Premier Refreshment Lounge”.
Here’s a video I made of the house and our first days work.