The fisherman…
Our son – despite living the vast majority of his short life in the Aussie bush hours from the nearest coast – is a fisherman. Not just a river-bank kinda fisherman. A mad-keen, wide-open-sea kinda fisherman… And when asked what…
Weekend warriors
The best kind of combat - in my local show ring!
Easter efforts
Of lollipops, cute cows and blue ribbons...
Sheee’s BAAAACK!!
Best present ever...
Wet walk on the wild side…
A day to remember...
I can stand the rain…
Something yearned for, finally, softly, arrives...
Crimson Dawn…
A new dawn, a new day, a new Fleur McDonald novel...
Our Drought… funny old weather
Funny what a difference no rain makes. Actually, it guarantees to test your sense of humour!
The Great Grass Roots Auction
A last-minute call to a special auction!
Drafted and dusted…
Out and about in the drought...
