'Old' Friends are excused from reading this - Gnomesville

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This is rewritten from a Bubblews post. Many of my old friends have read about Ghomesville from time to time but I thought I'd write this for those who haven't heard of it. We took a friend there today and 'the village' continues to grow. This whimsical place began in 2001 when a few gnomes were placed in the middle of a roundabout in the middle of nowhere. Well, actually it is where three country roads meet in Ferguson Valley, a locality in the south-west of Western Australia. Then the gnomes began to multiply, the roundabout became a bit of a danger with drivers slowing down and rubbing their eyes in disbelief. The gnomes were then moved to the side of the road and have since expanded over at least 500 metres along the abandoned railway line which runs parallel to the road at that point. People have also placed gnomes further and further among the trees and creek alongside. Unfortunately this is private property and the trespassing is starting to annoy the land-owner. There are picnic tables at the site and an information board. Puns are the order of the day and the gnomes come equipped with signs like 'no place like gnome, gnome is where the heart is, an gnomely child, home eco-gnomics, metro-gnome and saxa-gnome'. A number of organisations have obviously visited and placed their gnomes together with a plaque stating the year and name of their group. It is a well-rounded community boasting a funeral gnome, a gnome empire and a gnome for wayward youths. There is a police station and a detention centre. There's a gnomosexual and a gnome-smoking area. We take all our couch-surfer friends and visitors there – mostly just to watch their eyes pop. I hope some sensible arrangement is reached to allow the continuation of this tourist attraction.