For some years a bearded chap lived in a hut on the bank above Queens Way, or St Kilda Junction underpass as it sometimes known, or even Dandenong Road. The hut was barely high enough to stand in and was perhaps four metres square. He had a brazier for heating, but there would not have been any running water and certainly no electricity. How he ever put up with the noise of the traffic, especially trucks, I don't know.
I was going to post about it a while ago, but as the location is so identifiable, I decided not to. Doesn't matter now. It was quite hard to notice from the road, or even a tram.
He was still there before we went away in June, but upon our return, a fence has been erected that would have straight through his hut. The hut is gone. I wonder where he went?
Not too many people live in huts nowadays. I recall a couple in the country near where we lived when I was young. They tended to be scary types, probably made grumpy by kids harassing them. Of course during the depression of the nineteen thirties, many, many men lived in huts. Perhaps some women did too.