A Photo A Week Challenge: The Road Not Taken

No Longer A Road

The street where I live is a forgotten street. It’s name is on the sale documents as my address but the electric company refuses to believe it exists and so does the taxi company. The house faces onto a different street and I always need to explain this to anyone looking for it to deliver things. There is no street name, just a sign that says “walkway”. Cars can’t travel down it, it is too narrow and blocked by a bollard and, as of this week, a fallen tree. Now it is just an overgrown lane that is still the quickest way to get to the shop.

The Road that was.
The walkway between the shop and our house.

Here is another “road to nowhere”. When we bought our house in Geeveston the plan showed a strip of land that had been put aside for a road that was never built. Part of it is a track that leads from the Huon Highway to the land behind the power sub station. In later years power company put in a fence and gate to restrict access to the high tension power lines you can see in the distance. Strange that I have now lived next to two forgotten roads.

Not really a road at all.
Cindy loves coming up here.


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. There are streets in Boston called “alleys” and a lot of houses on them. Around here, because people have such large plots of land, they often build extra houses for family members, so the postal and other delivery people have to figure out which house is which. I bet they get a lot of wrong mail.

    You are not alone. Out in the country, a lot of us get “lost” in the emptiness.


    • I always seem to have an ambiguous address. When we lived in SA our house was on a corner and our letterbox was on the other street not ours. We were always getting mail and even visitors for the house with the same number as ours which was about 3 doors down. My old house was on the boundary line of two areas, Officially we were Port Huon but if we used Geeveston for our address we got mail delivered rather than having to pick it up from the shop 3 kms in the other direction. Now I live on the street that doesn’t exist except to the council and the land titles office probably.


  2. What about your house at Hallet Cove Beach? Although not a forgotten road people always got the number 5s mixed up. I remember almost letting in some people who had come for a barbecue while I was there. They just started to walk in when I opened the door. I was so surprised and thought they must know you but you hadn’t told me about any visitors. I probably would not have visited that day. When you came in you told them they had the wrong number 5. You and David had been elsewhere in the house so I had answered the door. Well mystery solved and you didn’t know those people after all and I had a good laugh.

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    • We got a few pizza’s delivered to us wrongly but we were nice and sent them to the proper place. We also got the cops a couple of times which was not so nice.


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