We visited a place called Iron Knob a few years ago. There was (is?) a big pub there but there were only two people in it. We were staying on a sheep station a way out of the town and that was weird too. We were staying in the shearers’ accommodation but when we got there we found a note on the door to the main building saying where our rooms were but that was it. We didn’t see anyone while we were there. We were the only people staying there. The beds were made up but there was no food, nothing.
So we drove to the closest town. Iron Knob, where we found a convenience store run by two old people and bought some eggs and bread. The town was deserted. All these empty houses and filled in pools. It used to be a mining town but the mine had closed. When we were there the people in the shop said something weird was going on because someone was buying up the property. No idea what happened with that situation but it was odd to be in this town with nobody there.
We went back to the sheep station and found the kitchen but there were barely any utensils. We found a frying pan and a knife but that was about it. So we cooked up the eggs and ate them out of the pan. It was actually quite funny and an adventure. It was also very beautiful out there. No light pollution. No noise. Just us in these pretty basic but clean sheds. Definitely the weirdest accommodation I’ve ever stayed in. Very odd situation.
I just found this! With pictures of the pub and the shearers’ quarters and THAT kitchen (it looks pretty good here. Better than it did the night we were there in the dark).