A couple of years we were lucky enough to travel down to a small town in Northern New South Wales called Kyogle. We also had access to the back of a few local shops that had changed very little in a long time. It brought back a lot of memories of my fathers business, a Barbour salon in South East Queensland he owned while I was growing up. The same smell and feel was uncanny. The same randomly placed objects ‘out the back’ where they had always been placed, for convenience.