Two Becs in an Overgrown Paddock: Working in regional Australia

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


Saturday Night Fever

IMAG1011_1_Sophia_GroundWell there’s no doubt about it. If the recent inaugural Nabiac Winter Ball is anything to go by, Nabiac and its ‘environs’ celebrates ‘community’ with a certain panache. I say this with a certain amount of pride, as I had my own little role to play in putting it together. And really, there’s nothing like organising an event with others to make you feel a part of something ‘greater’… You know, ‘the greater good’ and all that. In fact, I’ve heard that people who do volunteer work are much happier than people who don’t.

Well, I can well believe it (not that that feeling of contribution towards the greater good can carry you through at all times, as we’ve…er… cough, cough…all seen). But as part of a team of migrant locals organising something for the community and its hall, this felt good. Actually, it felt great. As someone wrote to us after the event, ‘you all do ‘community’ so well’… (of course, it goes without saying that if it had been a disaster I would be distancing myself from any involvement whatsoever). Continue reading

Motherhood – a performance review

When Bec H and I began this blog, the aim was to maintain the theme of ‘when city meets country’. Sadly, I am very late with my entry this time around, as I haven’t been able to reconcile this theme with what has been occupying my mind – namely, children – and so haven’t known how to begin.

So, as Julie Andrews once sang in joyful song, how about I “start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start”.

When my first son was born, I received many cards saying ‘this is the happiest time of your life… Enjoy… etc etc’. But really, I don’t know that ‘happiest’ is how I would describe it. In fact, I found motherhood pretty overwhelming. As one great friend said – ‘Bec, you’ve just had major abdominal surgery [emergency cesaerean], and someone has shoved a baby into your arms as soon as you’re out of the operating theatre and said – here, look after this 24hrs a day’. Continue reading

Shakespeare in the Park


Well, the fervour from the cancelled Nabiac show has died down (didn’t take long… maybe 2 days?!), so I decided to take the edge off the come-down by heading over to another kind of show – the annual Shakespeare in Gloucester Festival. I have been looking at the road signs which spring up in the leadup to this festival for 10 years now, and have always wondered about it, but never made it there. It’s not really what you would expect, is it, out in the middle of the Australian countryside in a small town. As far as I can recall from my English classes, I don’t recall Shakespeare setting foot in Australia 100 years or so prior to colonisation?

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Confessions of a Band Manager #2

On The Road Again

Well, I was startled (what a great word – makes me think of an animal in the wild) just then to see my last entry was at the end of August (many thanks to Bec H. who jumped into the void in my mental absence and … double-blogged! Impressive, I know). But where has that time gone, I hear you all asking?!!

Well, I’ll tell you. It’s time for ‘Confessions of a Band Manager #2’.

A quick recap – I hurried home from my 6 week work stint in Sydney to my badly dressed stripey sock incident at the local farm markets. And then I just kept running. Continue reading

Confessions of a Band Manager

Bec H And Hubs have themselves a flock (hmm, is it a ‘flock’ or ‘herd’?) of goats, and have named one of them after me. ‘Oh’, you may be thinking, ‘isn’t that nice?!’ As did I, until I was told he reminded them of me because he was always the last one through the gate…

‘Bec C, the tardy goat’… Funny now, isn’t it? Let me just pick myself up from the floor…

Fortunately, I consider myself reasonably well apprised of my various faults (numerous as they are) and unfortunately one of them is – sigh – tardiness. I’m not proud of it. I am one of those people who needs to be told a fake early arrival time if I’m going to get there in time. I just really don’t know where time goes! It slips through my fingers like jelly – I just can’t get a grip on it – one minute I’m running right on time, then WHAMO – I’ve missed the whole wedding! (yes, this did happen once… only once. Unfortunately I couldn’t even hide up the back because I arrived just as everyone started pouring out from the church)…
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