I’m thinking Oldbury

In 1820, in East Malling, Kent, John Holland was convicted of theft and sentenced to death. His death sentence was altered to being transported for life, and he was sent to New South Wales, arriving on the Speke in 1821.

In New South Wales, he was assigned to a landholder near Bowral – James Atkinson. Like Holland, Atkinson was a native of Kent and had named his farm Oldbury, after the farm where he grew up.

It’s now a pricey Bed and Breakfast.


Last year’s attempt failed. It failed because I rented the farmhouse on the understanding that Charlie would almost never be there. As it turned out, he was there all but about 5 or 6 nights in the year. And when Ec joined me out there, and Charlie charged us, combined, more than the total rent so that meant he was living there for free, that’s when things broke down.

This time, it’s different.

A proper, formal lease, with an absent landlord. A house yard with established gardens; and a paddock for livestock if I want them.

Sure, the house is old, on tank water, and there’s a bit of work required to get it all up to scratch. But I can have a long term lease (maybe buy it if I like it a few years down the track) and it’s not pricey.

I’m still assembling the list of things I need to move out there. Gumtree’s proving invaluable for that. But lease signing day is Friday 12th, and moving day some day next week.