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I took this photo about two years ago, and hubby, who was driving then, had to reverse the car or I´d have shunned him for the rest of our vacation. He had already passed by the Big Strawberry without letting me take a shot. Australians have a faible for oversized objects. Well, Australia may be the smallest of all continents, but there´s only one big state with very few inhabitants, and those like it big, even in a one-horse town like Robertson. Fertile soil, rainfall enough and mild winters - perfect for growing spuds, but what would you do to attract tourists not interested in potato fields? Build a giant potato to marvel at, what else! Intention was that a potato information centre should become the heart of the ferro concrete monster, but things did not go well. Tourists like hubby and me came, took a photo of the potato then continued on. No one was interested in spuds, and here´s not much else to see in Robertson. The new owners wanted to turn it into a supermarket but decided to retire. Meanwhile the passage of time has done some damage to the object. Now if you have a million spare bucks for the potato and money enough for the transport, you can buy the object and bring it to your own garden. Ten metres long, four metres wide - you won´t need a park to store this giant turd Sebago potato. You may have a lot of renovating to do, but it will be worth the effort. At least you will have a safe place to hide from Corona virus.
If I had the money plus a garden big enough I´d repurpose the dinosaur dump into a new kitchen. There´s only one door and no windows at all, so chance is that no one might hear the wailing of those who are not able to put up with the spicy food I unintentionally serve. Today it was corn soup with chipotles adobados. Maybe one or two chipotles too many made it into the pot. We had a lot of bread go with the soup! I am pretty sure that one day I will accidentally eliminate my family via chillie overdosage...