SOME SATURDAY
So we scarpered on down to the farm to collect the fridge. That sounds so simple and would have been, had not the sparky texted as we were sitting in the drenching Friday arvo rush-hour out of Sydney to say he’d be there the next
Wound willy nilly into a fat tail event
What a punishment, egad. A forced morning meander through the Sydney autumn. Back in March when E, forcibly exiled from her beloved film studies in the UK, squeaked back in under the closing portcullis, we had little choice but to quarantine at the farm. (The
A hole in the ground
There was no dunny. The cabin had been erected early July but, come September, there was still no dunny. It had to be off-grid, of course, composting, nothing out the other end but inoffensive garden-friendly fertiliser. With a bit of research I’d found a system
Wombat gods
Teddy snoozing in the sun So I was bracing myself to rebut some of the recent Covid-shutdown-slapdown on social media because I’m tired of being pilloried for things I didn’t say. In the end, though, I couldn’t stomach any more aggro. Fear brings out the
The Shed I Wanted
I wanted to build a shed. Not a house, a shed. The fact was clearer in my mind than the reasons. A shed, especially of the three-wall hayshed variety, sounds cold, gaunt, comfortless – so how to explain my chronic shed-o-philia? My love of what
First frost, first fire
This morning brought the first frost of the season. I wanted it to be the first video, too. Admittedly, the vid was a bit scrappy (pyjamas, no makeup, handshake) but I got out of bed in like 2 degrees specially to make it for you,
IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE DRIVE
So just to keep y’all in the picture, and because there’s a bit of history here already (two years, to be precise) I’m thinking I’ll do one front-story, so to speak, then one back-story. Alternating. Take it in turns you guys. I know you want
Sneak peek, this week
So, bit of a freak-out this morning. After a wild and woolly night we woke to find the power had died. No tea, no coffee machine but, worse, no wifi! No mobile! I suddenly see why farmers have a belt-and-braces mentality. I had a
NOT REWILDING
Coming soon: So what is Broken Creek, exactly? We call it ‘the farm.’ Sometimes we say ‘tiny farm’ or model farm – but it’s not a hobby-farm. The Tax Office would disagree….
RUN TOWARDS YOUR FEAR
Last post, first post (trumpets, fanfare) Anzac Day 2020 This is a story shaped, like most human stories, by fear. This year, more than most, has roiled with it. January began shrouded in thick smoke, ringed by fire. Easter, the season of sacrifice, death and