Here we are in Richmond, NSW. In the far western suburbs of Sydney.
I am almost too young to remember this place. Though I have been back in the past few years and still saw My grandfathers work around the place.
Here I am being held by my Father with my Grandparents on either side.
The strongest memory is the noise that the plains would make flying overhead. We were in the flight path of the Air Force.
That’s me and my Grandfather.
This is on the inside. My Grandfather ran Auction from here while my parents ran the Auction House in Orange.
I think now it is being used as a meditation center.