In 1988 we moved out to a farmlet, 33 km out of Collie, in a place known as McAlinden. It was the former paddock on a large sheep farm. And we spent the next 4 1/2 years living in a shed, while we built the house.
I was kinda lost. The only friends i had nearby were a couple of hours bike ride down a rather dangerous hilly back road. It's here where I really indulged my love of reading.