More Bauple

My short-term home at Bauple in 1981. It has never felt better to walk barefoot in the grass. Imposing Mt. Bauple was on the opposite side of the highway, a canefield on the back boundary and a pleasant view (drawn many times) over another. Three hectares including a spring-fed "billabong" (the name I labelled the property) but no fresh water, only a bore. Nearest town for serious supplies, Tiaro, also housed an outlet for arts & crafts where my postcards and our greeting cards sold readily to tourists and locals. Another outlet in Bauple sold a few of my fine art pieces, a Maryborough exhibition sold another and led to a couple of commissions. A good spot for a bit or R & R.
After about 4 months, however, loneliness at night became overwhelming and income was not consistent. Then we got word that Slattery Creek was not wanted by Aussie newspapers. We had no capital at the time to self-publish as a book (no kickstarter then, folks). What to do next?