Just looking at this photo its hard to imagine that it reminds me of home, but closing my eyes and breathing deep the mix of old oil and layers of dust took me back to long hot summers working in the shed at the orchard. Carting boxes of pears, or maneuvering the forklift the smell was always there. It was a pleasant and very unexpected experience as I walked through the old workshops on Cockatoo Island. Who would have thought that oil and dust would remind me of my youth.
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