Amidst the early morning Gloucester fog, a cows head emerged near the roadside. Sitting patient in the field, the car noise seldom worried him. Ettamogah, a placid braford bull was the joy of my early drive to Sydney, signifying time and in many ways life. Somehow, he was at the right place at the right time, just like each of us.
Saturday morning started with an early morning drive through the hills back to the coast. It’s hard to imagine that the months have ticked away so fast and now here we are in November, marking over 6 months of blog posts here on Corporate Country.
The markets danced to an old timed band, to the sound of ended applause. Agents sung out prices like reading lyrics as an old guitar strums and farmers sold their wears in single stands. Back in the paddock, cattle thrive on the back of recent rainfall and paddocks green to the opened skies. Back in Stroud, we washed Izz in preparation for an upcoming show and found mulberries for later on.
Sydney mornings led to work training and a learning lunch on new agricultural endeavours, followed by new cuisines along the shore. The night peaked headaches from another early morning tour with caffeine needed to fill the days, just moments before a 5am call sparking a trip back to Forster for our Land Council AGM. The road befriends the car once again, paved by common white lines.
Back in Gloucester, I ponder the way in which we live and the attraction from the bustling city streets to small community living. Why are we gaining so much interest in our seaside little towns and nearby regions, and what’s driving the desire for a different life?
For me, the opportunity to live back near home is the chance to be connected back to family and lands. There is a driving passion back to the farm and an older way of life, not just country living. The ability to reinstate methods and abilities of the past, capturing connection and localness others strive for, must be the answer for our society moving forward. But who keeps this knowledge and drive forward?
So in thinking along these paths, I’ve kept looking back to what attracted me to this way of living. It’s apparent to me that war had really kept much of this alive and following World War 2 in Australia, we started buying up and are yet to stop.
What old methods and styles are you implementing or wanting to try? I’d love to get your thoughts.