Rats Tales

Something has been eating the fruit in the fruitbowl, and it’s not me. In fact, it’s not any us. Well, no human, at any rate…

fruit bowl 2But I think I’ve said it somewhere before: a rodent doesn’t seem quite so bad, if you put the word ‘native’ in front of it. Even so, there is a fine line of acceptability, and it’s generally respected until we go away for several days at a time. And then presto – it’s open house (oh, the joys of living in an old house with gaps). Continue reading

A Nighttime Adventure

The other night we were on our way home from an evening out with friends, when we came across three cows. Being in the country, this of course wasn’t unusual, except that these three cows were on the wrong side of the fence. On the road. In the dark.

dark road

File footage of dark road

Whilst not the Pacific Highway, this road nonetheless is important enough in terms of traffic to have been a major local election issue several years ago (what’s that? You didn’t hear about it down your way? How could that be?!). Adjoining the highway, it can get quite busy, and cars and trucks barrel along down it at quite a speed. It’s also in shocking condition, and its’ potholes and resemblance to a slalom course are often remarked upon by unsuspecting visitors.

But I digress. Back to the cows. So there we were, barrelling along at our own pace in the darkness, when I notice a car approaching slowly, hazard lights on, high beam flashing. I slow down, just in time to see the white patches of the three Hereford cows (or steers, who knows in that light?) glow in the moonlight from amongst the trees on the side of the road. Continue reading

Two Becs go hiking

Sometimes, just every now and then, I like to challenge myself, to put my body to the test, see what it’s capable of, push my limits. Bec C’s impending 40th birthday provided me with the perfect opportunity to do just that. To celebrate the significant milestone Bec C wanted to trek the Thorsborne Trail on Hinchinbrook Island in Queensland. 4 days, 3 nights, ten friends, a tropical crocodile / sandfly / mozzie and snake infested island – our challenge awaited us.

For some, it was their first-ever hike, the first time to carry a back pack containing all their belongings, including food and shelter for 4 days. For others it was like reuniting with an old friend, one they hadn’t spent any time with since having kids.

People flew in to Townsville from Sydney, Newcastle, Port Macquarie and Darwin. A bus trip to Cardwell 2 hours north, a night in a motel and then we were ready. As dawn shed her final layers and we sped across the glassy water on our approach to Hinchinbrook, the island lay before us, majestically rising from the Coral Sea. She looked formidable, ancient and untouched. Continue reading

Running Up that Hill

Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems…”

(Kate Bush, ‘Running Up That Hill’)

This November I turn 40. I’ve never really thought much about my age until now. But as the day approaches, I find myself noticing changes to my physical and mental self (kind of like an older version of that book ‘What’s Happening to Me’). That said, I continue to cling to the belief that age itself is just a number, and really at the end of the day I’m only as old as I feel.

So, I’ve decided to give myself a physical challenge and go on an adventure in honour of the power of growing older, just because I – still – can.

And of course I’ve roped in a few friends along the way. Continue reading

A home kill

I feel conflicted.

In fact, before I go on, I think it’s probably best that I include a warning. Here it is:

VEGETARIANS: read no further!

A few weeks ago we bought three weaner steers. They’re 7 months old, black and beautiful.

The thing is, one of them is going to end up on our dinner plates. Hmm, yes, that’s right. And there is certainly part of me that doesn’t feel all that comfortable about it. Continue reading