A simple shack in the Aussie bush. I can remember visiting an elderly bachelor in a house in the middle of a paddock when I was growing up. (Of course, I was a pre-schooler so anybody over the age of thirty was elderly. Very elderly!) It was timber framed with galvanised iron walls and roof, surrounded by a post and wire fence. There may have been a gate, but I do remember sheep on the verandah sometimes.
The house had two front windows with a door in the middle and a simple veranda across the front. Mum took a large tin of biscuits, but he always offered a sandwich. Mum politely refused on our behalf because there was no refrigerator so the meat would be sitting on the kitchen table, with the dog under the table, and flies everywhere. We even got a bottle of cool drink so we didn’t have to drink out of the cups.