Enid Starling (Nan)
We all need people who inspire us. Those who make us look at our own little world and wonder how we can live it differently. Those who give us the impetus to take that step we thought was just a bit beyond us. Those who give our aspirations a keener edge. Continue reading
I won’t claim to be a photographer but some of you have been asking what I do all day. Today was stripping out an old fence, cursing barb wire, pulling star pickets out of the ground, zzzzzzzz; best part of the job was the drive home.
“Stark white ring-barked forests” -Dorothea Mackellar, My Country
Rambling right along…
30th June 2007
It is still bloody raining.
OK, the first day of rain is exciting – I get a day off, and get to do not a lot by the fire. The second day we appreciate the rain but the bookwork is up to date and we are getting a bit restless. By day three Cabin Fever has set in. The novelty of being stuck in wet weather is wearing off. We can’t walk anywhere, can’t ride anywhere, can’t drive anywhere, can’t do the shopping, can’t shoot a pig, can’t get to the mailbox, can’t get to the pub, can’t get to hockey training, can’t dry the clothes and the home brew wont brew. Pep snoozes by the fire, Bonnie and Clyde cuddle up together, Wag and Jean appreciate the back of their kennels and Bo sits in the rain. The horses crowd into the stable, the cows plod through the mud and Brian only wants to play Scabble ‘cause he gets a flogging in Trivial Pursuit. Continue reading
A transmission break from the regular rambles……………..
We don’t have many feral goats at Rocky Springs but when Brian found a mob of half a dozen he put the dogs around them. These two took refuge on his motorbike.
4th June 2007
Brian and I have been at Rocky Springs for just over a month now so I figured it was time for an update. Both of us are really happy here and excited about all the challenges and opportunities that are presenting themselves. We are quite popular in the district as the locals reckon we have bought the rain – a temporary relief from the enduring drought. There have been over four inches in a month and it is the best rain they have seen in over a year. We are finding that rain on black soil is a whole different kettle of fish to rain on the traprock of Braeside. For starters, the road into the property only has to sniff a storm cloud and it falls to pieces. We were away from the place for our first storm and Brian warned me that we had better get home quick. I thought to myself that it had only been raining for five minutes and that he was over-reacting just a little, but no, I had to get the ute in 4WD and I skidded and slipped up the hill to the house. Since then I have had several lessons in fishtailing at speed, which tends to get the adrenalin pumping. So I thought if I couldn’t drive around the place after rain, I should just walk. And that is another joke. This black soil sticks to your boots like nothing I have seen. You literally end up walking on wobbly high heels, until the high heel falls off and then you fall back to earth with a thud. Even poor old Bo didn’t know what to do with all the mud building up on his paws – I nearly bogged a huntaway!
I guess most blogs start from today’s date and work forward. Well not this one. I am going to time warp you all back about five years when my husband, Brian, and I moved to this two thousand acre property, “Rocky Springs”, near Coolatai in northern New South Wales. We’d spent the previous two and a half years on another property called “Braeside”, west of Tenterfield, which consisted of three thousand acres of hills with a mountain in the middle of it, and I was looking forward to the kinder topography of the northern slopes. Prior to our farming habit I was an exploration geologist, a diver, a bookkeeper and a trainee accountant. Brian grew up amongst the steep hills of New Zealand and has held jobs as diverse as head shepherd, possum trapper, deer hunter, taxi driver, rigger and abalone diver. We met in the Great Sandy Desert in Western Australia where I was seduced by wildflowers and red cordial. Continue reading