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John Horrock's Cottage 1839 - Open 2-4pm on the first Sundays of each month.
This historic pioneer cottage is the oldest stone building in the State north of Gawler. It was built by John Ainsworth Horrocks shortly after his arrival in South Australia at the young age of 21. He was accompanied by his younger brother Eustace and faithful manservant, John Green. On the advice of the explorer Edward John Eyre, Horrocks headed north from Adelaide and soon set about establishing the township of Penwortham, so named after his home in Lancashire England. Although living in a hollowed out gum tree when he first arrived, he lost no time in building a more livable abode for his brother and himself.
A letter written to his family in England in December 1839 reads:
We have now completed the post and rail stockyards near my camp while the teams are hauling more timber from the hills west of our camp. My mason and others have commenced building a 2 room cottage of stone at the southern base of the "hill that divides the waters."
Whilst exploring north of the State in 1846, John Horrocks was mortally wounded on the shores of Lake Dutton (100km north of Port Augusta). His companions brought him back to Penwortham where he died on 23rd September and is buried in the cemetery at St Marks Anglican Church south-east of this cottage.
After falling into disrepair the cottage was purchased in 2001 by the Mount Horrocks Historical Society with grants from the State and Federal Governments and local fundraising. The building has been restored to as near original state as possible. The cottage is State Heritage listed and on the Register of the National Estate.
Article about the bigfin squid.
As usual, you can also use this squid post to talk about the security stories in the news that I haven’t covered.

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I’m relishing the exploits of older women online who are proving that age does not mean you have to dim your whimsy or lose your style
About a decade ago, on the eve of my 20th birthday, I was paralysed with an impending sense of existential doom. With my teenage years now behind me I believed that my youth (and therefore my life) was essentially over. A truly asinine thought to look back on as I approach another milestone birthday – 30.
As it turns out, I wasn’t suddenly transformed into a haggard crone as soon as the clock hit midnight like some kind of grotesque Cinderella; I was still a fresh-faced baby turning into an ever-so-slightly older baby who had no idea on how to operate in the world – who among us does at that age?
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