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
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
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
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….