When we bought Somerset Farm there was definitely the beginnings of an automobile cemetery in the home paddock. Once the pride of their owners these dead modes of transportation had been abandoned and forgotten to be swallowed up by the grass where they stood. The dead car count was three HQ Holdens, one HR Holden, one TD Cortina.
Rust in Peace.
They were were probably a haven for snakes, I was not going anywhere near them but one little bird couldn't keep away. The bird adored its reflection in a side mirror where it spent hours making loved up eyes at itself.
The cars were in varying states of metal decay and undress. Body parts were hanging off them, others strewn around the ground. It appears they had been offered up as sacrifices, assorted parts used for critically important car transplants.
Photo quality isn't the greatest because these stills were taken off a video as I only had video footage of the dearly departed.
A friend helped my husband drag them out to the front gate. They were lined up nose to bum like a car road train along the verge ready to be picked up by a scrap metal merchant.
Except when they were collected the HQ Holden Ute was left, not sure what the merchant had against that one, a bit of Ute prejudice?
Much to my dismay the Ute sat at the gate for another year. A shrub or weed of some description was struggling to grow out of the well back among the leaf litter and other bits of car rubbish in there. I had considered turning it into a huge flower pot but really nothing was going change that HQ sows ear into a silk purse.
I was surprised to find it became a land mark – “Oh you are the farm with the old Holden Ute at the gate” ...hmm yep.
