Wattle Farm was 365 acres in size.  There was no electricity or water supply other than the water tanks of which there were quite a few.  Every roof had a tank attached to catch what rain there was.  

There were plenty of roofs to collect water from.  Besides the house, there was the sheep shed, the milking shed, the car shed and the dairy. The chook shed was more of a shelter to protect the chooks from foxes and didn’t have a tank from memory. 

The farm had cows, sheep, fowls, dogs, two draft horses (named Star and Dandy) and another horse referred to as the ”race horse” who seemed to be an ignored pet.  Left on his own, he avoided the world, staying as far away from people as possible.

The cows (I’m guessing there were 10 or so, they all had names) were milked each day by hand by granddad before breakfast. After thatit was back to the dairy to separate the cream from the milk. I'm not sure which component was saleable but every few days Granddad would make butter by hand.  I recall it was very tasty.

There was an orchard that had lots of fruit trees and within the fence surrounding the house (Grandma's garden) were flowers, vegies and grape vines. No animals were allowed in this area.

Granddad would plough some of the paddocks, using the draft horses to pull the plough, and there were crops of corn and potatoes at different times. Life on the farm was very busy. Pet lambs (orphans) had to be bottle fed, collecting the eggs was a mission as the chooks who ran loose all day would nest and lay eggs in all sorts of funny places.

Chopping firewood for the ever-burning fires in the kitchen and dining room was also a never-ending task. Lighting was via a kerosene lamp and candles.  The lamp, a fairly big one, was in the dining room and you would light a candle and take it with you if you went off to bed.

Attached to the house was an annex referred to as the bath shed.  It was here that you washed in the morning and before meals.  The bathroom proper was only used periodically. 

In the dining room, there was a battery-powered wireless and if the battery wasn’t flat, you could listen to serials at night. The battery had to go into Glen Innes to be recharged. The house was relatively comfortable.  There was a lounge room (seldom used) which had comfy chairs, bookcases, and a gramophone which played 78rpm vinyl records.

The tennis court was always in decline in the period I can remember. 

After Granddad, Grandma, and Norman moved into Glen Innes in the mid-1960s, the property was sold and the facilities fell into disuse although many of the pictures, fittings and furniture from the house went with them to the house in Glen Innes. The farmhouse itself was sold and re-erected elsewhere.