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Last week’s question (Where is the Outback?) generated plenty of discussion everywhere from here on the blog to bedside at the Inverell Hospital (G’Day Helga).
Rob from Bobby Dazzler’s Blog had a concise answer saying 70% of Australia was remote and arid and therefore Outback. He even gave us an estimate of 5,000,000 square kilometres. That is the sort of committed research I like.
Shirl has seen much of Australia’s inland heart – places like Cunnamulla, the Tanami and Brewarrina – all of which would have some claim to being Outback, and Anne from Grit & Giggles thought the Outback had a lot to do with the character of a place and its people.
But the winner of the 2015 Outback calendar is: Continue reading
Now before I start rambling on about the Outback and something I may have to send to one lucky reader … would you take a look at that new header photo. Can you believe it? This is actually the view over our Front Paddock, courtesy of our festive storm season. Look at it – green grass and clouds and if you look closely (very closely) under the tree right of centre you may make out the nine cows that currently comprise our herd. Yep, while the grass may be growing we are a long way from being drought free and in a position to restock Rocky Springs.
And because I can’t help myself here is another view over the property
But onto other matters …..
At Rocky Springs in November you can be sure of one constant – the jacarandas. Not to matter that the paddocks may be full of laughing, bucking cows in a good season, or lonely and thirsty as they are now, the ring of jacarandas around our house will always burst into glorious colour come November.
The jacarandas have been particularly apt this November as I re-read Gillian Mears’ “Foal’s Bread”, a beautiful, yet aching, Australian story through which the jacarandas are woven as much as the smell and touch of horse.
So Mob, in a break from the usual transmission here are ten of my favourite all time books (in no particular order):
I am about to swap the cow paddock for the hockey paddock and, along with another 1000 or so ol’ girls, I’ll be travelling to Newcastle to participate in the annual State Master’s Championships.
But while I’m away, you have homework.
Who can tell me what this is?
And I want to hear you cheering when the mighty Inverell Swans take on the old guard from Far South Coast hockey.
Catch you later ……
One of Australia’s most cherished poets is A B (Banjo) Paterson and his 1889 poem “Clancy of the Overflow” is one of his best remembered works. It tells the story of Clancy who has gone to Queensland droving ….
It’s time for a break.
We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. Maybe we’re growing complacent, taking each other’s company for granted. I am very fond of you, don’t get me wrong, but I think a month apart will freshen the relationship. Absence making the heart grow fonder and all that.
In reality, it’s not you it’s me. Continue reading
Congratulations – we’re 100!
That’s right – one hundred posts and here is a map of the world according to Rocky Springs showing all of the lands from which Rambles readers have come:
You are used to reading my words and you may have a vague notion of what I look like under my hat,
but some of you have never heard me speak. Others would say they have been listening to me since before I could string words together (G’Day Mum!), some may have wondered whether I could speak at all when I was a very shy schoolgirl (stop laughing Col) and, with a bit of rum involved, some may have thought I would never shut up.
Regardless here is a radio interview I did recently talking about farm life, writing and the drought, and it is posted here specifically for those of you who have never heard this bushie’s Aussie accent.
Hope you enjoy:
Hint: press the “play” button on the top line once you’ve followed the link.