Thousands of times I have driven or walked along the road that leads to our home, and I have taken hundreds of photos along its one kilometre stretch. The photo above was taken this morning, a grey morning with light drizzle, a most welcome change after yesterday’s scorching 36C. Now, in the early afternoon, the rain continues a steady fall and I am sitting cosy and comfortable at home listening to that wonderful sound of raindrops falling on a metal roof. The sound is sweeter knowing that there will not be many more rainy days like this as we advance into another hot summer.
Until a year or so ago our road did not have a name. That was awkward because utility companies providing electricity, telephone etc concocted various addresses for us from surrounding roads that did have a name. So I wrote to the local council and made a few suggestions including Parker Road, after a local family, and Skilly Chapel Road, which was accepted. At the time there was a push by fire fighting groups to have all country roads named.
My feeling is that the roads in the Skilly Hills have a hidden story connected to the early European settlement of the area. Here the first settlers were graziers and farmers, and later the area was part of the Copper Road, a series of roads connecting the copper mine at Burra to the coast at Port Wakefield in the 1850s and after. There is lots of fodder here for future posts about local history.
The following photo was taken yesterday, in the heat of the day as some clouds were moving in. It shows the same road section but looking in the opposite direction towards the intersection with Mount George Road (another interesting story for another blog).
To finish off here are two photos taken along Skilly Chapel Road on a recent stormy morning.