The Kiwi hails from Christchurch, a city which during the past few years has been through the mill and back. A catastrophic earthquake struck on a Wednesday lunchtime in February 2011 registering a magnitude of 6.3 on the Richter Scale … Continue reading Out of the Ashes…
Anzac Day dawned in Dunkeld drizzly and cold as we joined a respectful crowd huddled under brollies at the Dawn Service around the towns impressive war memorial. Bowing our heads to the sound of the pipes played by Bruce our … Continue reading Anzac Day, A Trip to Sydney and Horace the Guinea Fowl
Having been given the week before Easter off work I saw an opportunity to whisk the Kiwi off to the seaside (again). We had finally cleared the caravan of all our (temporary) worldly goods and unloaded about two thirds of … Continue reading Hugga Mugga with the Grockels
Being a self confessed beach bum I can’t seem to get enough sea and surf and neither can our Golden Girls, Daphne and Margot. We have conveniently and strategically located ourselves just a 45 minute drive from our nearest seaside … Continue reading Ride ‘Em Cowboy!
Trying to galvanise myself into writing a more normal blog since returning from my sad trip home to England has been a bit of a trial. Other people go about their business as normal but what’s normal? The world rants … Continue reading The View From The Farm
Well that’s a lie. According to my new temperature gauge gizmo it’s topped at 43.5c but when I took the Kiwi his lunch out to him on the header (combine harvester) in the Ute I’ve just clocked 46.5c. Now I’m … Continue reading Proper Ladies Don’t Sweat, They Glow
I’ve said before on a previous blog how impressed I am by the level of services and facilities these small Australian towns have. We are residing about a 25 minute drive from our nearest metropolis which is Moora. A diverse … Continue reading Palaces of Bling, A Trip to the Beach and Harvest Looms
When my sisters and I were growing up naturally there were certain naughty words in our burgeoning vocabulary which were frowned upon. One particular word usually used to describe flatulence was included in the disallowed list. As a compromise we … Continue reading Trafs and Magic Wands
In great anticipation we had the dates saved for the Moora and Perth Royal shows and the Western Australian Golden Retriever Show. In the days prior, I suffered a bit of a rush of blood to the head and rather … Continue reading It’s Show Time!
A pungent pong blew in across the farmyard last Friday evening reminding me of my childhood spent on a broiler chicken farm. The whiff was coming from the sheep being driven in for their annual hair cut and four days … Continue reading A Group Booking at The Hairdressers
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