Farm

I am not the only one slow to start this morning, the train has been sitting across the intersection just near the farm for the last two hours!

Funnily enough, when I had our first child Jon we were living in Roxby Downs, which is a mining town in South Australia, because Jon and I had complications we were sent home to my mother in Victoria, who took wonderful care of us, did I ever say thank you for that Mum? Thank you. Anyway, when Jon was ten days old we took the Overlander to Adelaide where Mr T picked us up and took us back to the desert.

It was only after we had bought this farm about twelve years ago that I realised that Jon and I would have ridden right past the boundary fence on that journey. Some twenty one years ago now. It is a funny old world.