Our local country show, The Wallamba District Show was held on Saturday. It’s an event that’s branded onto my annual social calendar. I don’t miss if for anything. Neither does The Kid. He attended his first Show at 4 days old (next week he turns 9) and he’s been to every Show since, bar the 2 that were sadly and record-breakingly washed-out.
I once had a good friend from the city bewilderingly ask me – ‘what do you do up there on your hill? How do you fill in the time?’ Conversely, I received another comment from another friend on what a lot of work a farm can be. A third recently wondered how I fit all my different jobs into a day. Well… Continue reading
Forgive me, it’s been several years since my last blog…
Ironically, as Bec H was blogging last week’s post seasonal homage, the skies were making up for their post apocalyptic summer fever with day after day of rain.
Seizing our chance, we took advantage with a bit of boogie boarding down our stream which hasn’t been running for a couple of years. The cows were keen to join in. Continue reading
…. is your own home-baked, fresh out of the oven, served with melted butter, warm bread.
“If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens”.
Well, the dust has well and truly settled on our local country show. Truth be told, there was more mud this year than dust. It rained. The whole day.
Despite the weather though, fun was had. Continue reading
Our local Show is only a couple of weeks away. Officially it’s known as the Wallamba District Agricultural and Horticultural Show, a bit of a mouthful, so let’s just stick with ‘The Show’.
There’s talk around town about who’s entering what. You can sense the competitiveness starting to simmer.
Amongst my friends, we’re agreed that it makes the day more enjoyable if you have items entered. We’re not necessarily in it to win it, but I have to say it’s quite a thrill seeing a blue show ribbon on one of your entries when you wander through the Produce Shed or through the exhibits in the main hall.
(WARNING: no pics. Just thought you should know, as apparently all highly successful blogs should have pics. BUT there is riveting, action based video).
Speaking of meat (oops. Bec H started that conversation 3 months ago… Nonetheless, I take mine medium rare thanks), Dougal and I recently enjoyed our first date night in… in…, actually I’m not sure how long it has been, but it has certainly been a long time (I read about those couples in magazines who say ‘they make sure they have an evening to themselves once a week/once a fortnight/ one a month/ once every six months, with great astonishment. Who manages to DO that??!!).
Date night came about because my parents were visiting for a week, so it was then or never. Not quite ready to opt for ‘never’, our first night plans dissolved into exhaustion, as a day in the paddocks fixing fences in the rain led to us piking. After another day in the paddocks (at the end of which we discovered we had been fixing the wrong fence, let’s not go there right now), our window of opportunity was quickly shrinking so we somewhat reluctantly, but determinedly, set off on a dark, cold, rainy Wednesday night, for a 35min drive to Taree. Continue reading