Yes – that really is an outhouse in the background of this photo of me & Cleo. There were holes in the walls where knots had fallen out of the timber. I hated going out there in the middle of the night. You had to turn the light on to make sure there were no spiders but that invited all the evil people from the hills to come down and peer through the holes a la horror movie.
Behind Jane is the laundry where you had to race to wash your hands after going to the toilet. More lights needed, more chances for that evil boogieman to grab you. God forbid one goes to a gruesome death with germy hands!