This Dam was worked by the Haslam’s of Ridgeway.

The story of how it got its strange name is best told in the poem by one of the local children.


“Working, working, always working trying to mend the dam

All night long we dug and shovelled

Exhausted every man

Morning is coming

Mists are swirling

Going up the hill

Is it mist or a ghostly lady?

All of us to kill

The wind is blowing, softly sighing

New feaar it says

Tiredness is the only problem

The lady never slays.


It was not quite as safe as the grey lady or the wind maintained both the Never fear and the Upper Carlton dams were destroyed by the same flood.