GNOMES' SWEET HOME
Jun 08, 2022
4 minutes
Words& photos Chris Stafford
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Jacko’s place is hard to miss. As you drive into the southern Newcastle suburb of Belmont on the shores of Lake Macquarie, his corner block comes into view in a riot of colour.
Drawing nearer, you spot serried rows of brightly painted garden gnomes in what looks like their hundreds, perched on handmade shelves in his front yard.
Look closer — and just about every passer-by does — and you see Disney dwarfs like Doc, Sneezy and Dopey, cartoony owls, ducks and mushrooms, one rotund gnome dressed in an Elvis jumpsuit, another in a Santa outfit and even little soldier gnomes in jungle green.
There weren’t always so many.
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