I was fortunate enough to photograph inside James K's room for Frank McKay's book and was happy with the results. The Outside of the house has always been difficult to see, as though there were private things that happened behind the hedge while the turret  gave a full view of the world. To get this shot I had to back the Land Rover up onto the lawn on the road across from the house and set the tripod up on top of the roof. From here I was able to juxtapose Scroggs Hill with the house and due to winter the leafless Hawthorn hedge gave some visual clues of the lower part of the house.

Iron Scythe Song   CP

up the road's stony edge
to my father's hawthorn hedge

Home Thoughts   CP

The tree of time, the dusty wattle grove
And the blind devil on the stair
who guarded and still guards
the spidered room
that I wrote poems in.....

or grafted apple twigs
on stumps of hawthorn

A Family Photograph 1939   1961   CP

I in my fuggy room at the top of the stairs

Saddled and ridden to
Iceland and back by the night as
He learnt early that prayers don't work