I hadn’t intended walking the oval this morning, but Mr P dragged me in that direction. He was right of course: it is a lovely place at 6:30 in the morning.
For the first time, we enter through the granite gate which is also the War Memorial and where wreathes are laid every Anzac Day.
Behind the newish club house is a much older shed. It’s hard to say how old it is given the mash-up of architrecturaal styles and materials, but I’m guessing the original part dates back to the 1850s.
A peek through the hole in the double door reveals it is still being used to store equipment.
It’s hard to tell if the changes in materials are renovations or patches.
There’s nothing better than scrathing an itch (and no, he doesn’t have fleas)
On the way home, we visited the black horse in Church Street. Pumpkin had lessons in chilling near the horse. He is not convinced that it was a good thing to talk to a horse. His chilled pose gave way to barking leaps at the horse more than once. The horse was not too bothered by him and came back for more nose rubs.
Heading for home down Railway Street, we pass our neighbour Sam’s place. I like to stop to talk to his chooks and admire the old-school chook house. This morning the ladies were too busy with morning matters to engage with us.
Homeward bound and time for breakfast.
Postscript: John Ellis, a local friend and editor of the mighty Chewton Chat has filled in some missing history of the old shed for me:
The old building at the back of the oval is what’s left of the “school in the park”. “Chewton Common Vested School No. 1054 came into existence 1/10/1870 but continued to be accommodated in the Temperance Hall pending construction of a new school in the “Park”. The new building opened on 3/7/1871.” And “S.S. No. 1054 relocated to new building in Hunter Street. Officially opened 1/2/1911.” From Allan Dry’s research