The perils and payoffs of being our visitor
The school holidays are almost done here in Queensland, and we have packed a lot of action into our two weeks. If you are relatively new here, you may not know that every year, some of my besties from my ‘old life’ (when I was a city girl) bring their children out to Granite Glen every September holidays for their dose of Bush Action.
It’s usually epic. I get reminded of all the (little and large) luxuries of life on the land.
(Oy, the amazing alliteration…)
As visitors, you are expected to experience and participate. Sounds easy?
This time our (little and large) visitors walked and climbed some pretty rugged country (keeping a keen eye out for snakes) to be truly reminded just how tiny and insignificant humans really are…
(Bottle tree and kids)
They got to get down and dirty…
(The fun is rarely clean!)
They were reminded that we REALLY DO MEAN IT when we say “keep an eye out for snakes!”.
(This guy slithered between Mr I’s legs while feeding the horses – waaaaaayyy too close for comfort!).
They could have to wear a really daggy kid’s helmet and lend their sunnies to my daughter, who will appoint herself ‘horse-riding coach’.
She’s quick on the verbalpointers, is our Violet!
They got to learn the best methods of Bull Scratching 101.
Major tip: they like it where they cannot reach…
The scratchees have no shame. (And it’s important that the scratchers don’t either!)
Our visitors are expected to watch delicate medical procedures without wincing, pulling faces or generally carrying on.
This pair failed.
So they were punished accordingly.
Looks like fun, doesn’t it? (Just ask OopsieMumma!)
Of course we have to lure them into wanting to come back again…
So we compensate with photo opps of cute calves.
With lots of wild weedy things to distract them…
And seeing as how most of my buds are photographers, they are easily appeased.
This is Lou Lou in action.
She may have had to put up with me muttering about how her knees had no business still being so bendy…
But I do think she had forgotten the anguish of the afterbirth cleanup earlier.
Of course, the one thing you can count on here, visiting me, is a chilled white wine at the end of a hard day’s visit.
And (as is evidenced by my own silhouette these days) I do like a good meal.
Nobody starves in this house on MY watch!
I think they all left with smiles on their dials. I know most of the kids slept nicely on the way home!