We spent a few nights in Warrnambool earlier this week. While there I took some photos.
Flesh Fence was in the process of closing down, possibly as a result of confusion as to what kind of wares it actually sold. (Hint: not flesh; not fences.)
The winner of Warrnambool's Most Anachronistic Shop Name 2001-2009.
This spectral bride was glimpsed haunting the window of the RSPCA op shop. Significantly there was no sign of a groom.
Humour plays a vital role in Warrnambool's day to day life.
This abandoned Martian tripod dominates the town. Some say it contains the decaying corpses of interstellar travelers. Others claim it is full of trousers.
Further evidence of an extraterrestrial presence.
All those surf-loving cats will have to find somewhere else to hang ten.
Not here though. Here is foul.
A great place to take the kids/cats/Steve Irwin.
I don't know what these domes are for. Probably something to do with keeping 19th C Russians at bay.
There were at least fifty billion snails on this fence. It is an image that will remain with me forever.