I found this tiny grubby bungalow whilst exploring the abandoned Clackline Refractory and Quarry. I have never seen so much wall writing in any abandoned building and it was all so bad and crude I felt like I was in a museum of bad words.
To make it even more unsightly, there was a dead kangaroo lying outside the open front door which I nearly stepped on.
I have no history on this place, other than the assumption it was a residential house or store room connected to the refractory.
