Category: the farm

Running away is not the same as getting away

We were back on the farm last weekend. Usually that’s a good thing. Doc loves going to the farm. It’s where he relaxes and recharges, but this time it was an attempt to run away. I should have known better – because, of course, things didn’t go smoothly! Doc has been going through some shit …

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The Mighty Murrumbidgee … and thousands of white cockatoos

I love this country, in all its moods. When a drought breaks in Australia, it really breaks. Our farm is on the Murrumbidgee, one of Australia’s mighty rivers. It’s even called the Mighty Murrumbidgee. For a number of years it has been just a thin trickle, a shadow of its “Mighty” self. When we drive …

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Starry, starry, night … followed by a blanket of fog

Doc and I took my oldest daughter to the farm with us for the weekend. That’s the oldest child – the one who thinks she was a tomboy growing up and is ‘outdoorsy’ now. How do children have these memories? She went through a phase when she was ten years old where she had a …

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The day of the (dead) triffids

It’s a boy thing, isn’t it? This playing with big machines. They’re out there now – my new partner and his 16 year old son. In the tractor and happy as pigs in shit.

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I think I shot the Easter Bunny

I had a recurring nightmare when my children were young. I used to dream that I forgot Christmas. This ranged from dreaming I’d forgotten to put the Santa presents out, through to dreaming that I forgot Christmas all together. No decorations, no presents, no Christmas dinner. Nothing.

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