Friends...

Today, I delivered a Kelpie puppy to some friends. they are a young couple who work in the shearing sheds and try to eke out an existence on a block of country west of town. They have plenty of hills, plenty of trees and plenty of heart.

Their homestead was constructed by his father and is very much of bush construction, tin roof, unlined and a distinct absence of doors, but this rough bush home serves it's purpose providing them with shelter and the basic amenities.

Imagine my surprise when I rang them last week to tell them that i could take their puppy to town on Friday and was told "Sorry, can't do Friday, our new house arrives"

It seems that their hard work, scrimping and saving has allowed them to purchase a modest 3 bedroom factory built home.

On SZunday, I had to go to our other property, which is nearby, so I decided that I would take the puppy up myself and visit them.

As I rounded the corner towards their house, the shiny new residence hove into view. somehow the neat new building seemed out of place amongst the Bendee, but after a cup of tea it was time for the grande tour of the new abode.

It became clear that there had been a great deal of consideration in the new home, floor coverings chosen to be easy clean or not show the dirt. shower AND Tub in the bathroom and a compact, yet efficient ensuite off the master bedroom.

Standing by the back door and looking out across the paddock, Joe pointed to an old and gnarled, but otherwise healthy Bendee tree and said, "And that's the tree we are going to get married under" 

All too soon, my visit was over, and I left them to do a lick run before nightfall so they could go back to work on Monday. as I drove away, I thought to myself, that it is good to see hard work and commitment towards your goals paying dividends.

And as for me, come February, when they are standing under that Bendee tree vowing their commitment to each other, where will I be? I'll be standing right there watching, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Welcome

OK, here goes something I've been gunna do for ages, Start a Blog.

If it's like anything else I do, it will be erratic, full of punctuation and spelling errors and drift wildly between a multitude of topics that seem to bear no relationship to each other.

Except one

It will all relate to the goings on in my mind. That in itself should be enough to scare you off.

So who am I?

I'm a 30something (for a bit longer) grazier in the mulga lands in Queensland. I run the family farming enterprise with my mother over 2 properties running Sheep for wool, Cattle for Beef and Goats for meat.

so here goes, strap yourself in, it could be a bumpy ride....