Squattocracy Redux

Some gates!  Sign of former glory?   Whisps and undercurrents from the past led to a property where my forerunners were employed. 

A close look was precluded by Delta restrictions but a word picture was given to fire the imagination.

I held onto an old NRMA map (for the detail) and was taken by surprise, my father had made notes on it when he toured there late in life. 

'I still havn't found what I'm looking for'. U2 nailed it.