Just a small town…


Last weekend was spent strolling through the local park for the Gloucester Farmers Markets and exploring the local shops, looking at what was around. Local native flowers danced with biodynamic sourdough and ironbark honey to create home, with beeswax wraps and horse gear preparing us for the week ahead.

The trip around town also reminded me and sparked again my interest in their role in our nation. Needing to mow the lawn meant that a new whipper snipper was needed, with the guy able to pinpoint which house we had bought and making recommendations for what we need. It’s these little things from small businesses that truly distinguish our towns from the bustling streets.


Following a Mother’s Day lunch, Sunday afternoon was spent reading and dreaming of things to come.

During a morning run on Monday, I was brought to tears after reflecting my family’s history in this small town. My Grandfather worked in the same mechanics garage for 50 years in the main street, struggling to raise 5 boys, run their farm and help my Great Grandfather on top of everyday life. Today, all that work lost to bad accounting at the mechanics that saw his super ‘lost’ and his work ethic taken advantage of.

This week also took me back to the farm to look at cows with Dad, learning through the conversation and making calls on the weather and nature to help see us through the winter. With no cattle to sell now for a few months, it is the anticipation of calves from our new bull on the mind and the hope for a better season.


Then an early morning back to Sydney for a project meeting and a trip back to freezing Wagga.

I have recently been selected as one of AgriFutures Ignite Panel Members, with some incredible youth from across Australia, to discuss the issues of importance to us. Conversations were thrilling with different takes, different snapshots and different experiences, all leading to some great ideas and advice for us to provide.

This weekend is a big heavy horse weekend for us- taking Izz to compete in a led horse class and watching gentle giants plough fields and plant seed.

Hooroo and until next week,



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