Joanne Marshall
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My Passions...
My Passions...
My passions. What fascinates me. What catches my eye. What intrigues me. A window to my open spaces, corners and crevices.
I have admired and been fascinated by dragonflies as long as I can remember.
The amazing multitude of deep vivid colors, the beautiful silken wings.
Our time living in the White Cottage at Spray Farm on the Bellarine Peninsula was an enjoyable, amazing experience.
But what I am sharing with you here is our experiences of a ghostly nature.
My boys were around 5 and 6 years old. The bathroom was at the back of the house and the boys would need to walk through the living and kitchen area to get there. Half asleep on many occasions they would stumble down to the bathroom at night and on their way back would mutter words like " can you please tell the children to be quiet".
On other occasions my mum would say to the boys, the loft door is open again. they would respond with "it's ok Nan the family has just gone for a walk"
What the boys called the loft is the upper part of the brick building which was the living area of the Old Cobb & Co building.
Spray Farm Cottage.
For most of the time it was the children who experienced these occurrences but one day when I wasn't there my mother said she saw white handkerchief type objects swirl up out of the air vents around the room and disappear. She is wasn't one to believe in ghost or the like.
Though whilst I lived there I definitely felt there was something there I didn't actually experience anything until the day I was packing to leave. I was out on the front verandah, that you can see in the photo, packing items, the boys were not home and my mum was packing things not far away. I saw out of the corner of my eye a white swirling thing the size of a tennis ball coming towards me fast it hit me on the arm. It left a red mark. I looked for this ball thinking someone had thrown something at me and blamed mum. There was no ball or anything similar anywhere close. I took this as the "ghosts" we had been living with for several years where not happy we were leaving. I was sad to be leaving as well. Ghostly Tales of Spray Farm
Following on from my story above I am intrigued by old and abandoned buildings or places. Imagining the stories they hold.
Finding a graveyard when exploring an off the beaten track.
How cool would it be to have secret passages.
A door way to a secret hidden room.
One of many bookcase secret door ways.
A hidden room accessed through a secret door in the linen press.
Unusual and unique houses. Houses made from recycled materials. Houses made from uncommon building materials.
The weird and wonderful.
