The Paddock on the Edge of Town

'There is no white screen, but one of the main gates is still there on a giant hinge, its white painted metal frame only rusting slightly. Uneven black letters done in texta, spelling 'private property', droop across its middle. Along the edge of the property abutting the highway is a row of matching white posts. Small, straggly gum ring the paddock, with clumps of lemon grass scattered throughout. The drive-in is gone, but that's where my love of film started.' - Lyn Chatham reminisces about the pleasures of thge drive-in.