I must be careful. I can't life life on the edge too much. Relaxing. Take it in. But most of all, be careful
I drove past fields that were making up the landscape of the scenic view I was seeing along my journey. The crops and hay bails were spinning, or seemingly so. Its funny how the world almost seems round when you look at it in motion. Like when you are walking. Maybe it is only me that sees the world in it's spherical form when I look down at my feet on my travels.
On the way to Deniliquin, the farm I hope will shape the way towards my next adventure, and my second year Working Visa. Only five minutes from City life and already concrete disappeared to make way for the yellow and greens of the seemingly dry and dusty crop-lands and tall overgrowing trees. Silage tanks, tractors, crop machinery,barns and milking parlours replaced the shopping complexes, glass buildings and fancy apartment buildings. Until I saw the odd palm tree I could have totally forgotten I was in Australia at all.
I looked out to the fields and wondered just how many snakes and spiders and other beasties were hiding there, in turn wondering how many of those would be in the farm I was heading to. I'm disappointed a little that I have not yet encountered such wild life . I thought it was a given that they would be there to greet me at the airport. They were not. Still, I expect I will see them in the upcoming months.
I really don't know what to expect when I arrive in Denny. Will I be putting my hand up various animals behinds? Running from chicken? A phone call from a Scotsman later though and I am certain that all will be well here. I arrived to Roast dinner and Beer. Perfect. Shouldn't get used to the easy life too much though. Fires are blazing in the alcove outside, the halls are so creaky and noisy I often mistake myself for a stampede of elephants and I suspect the building is haunted.
I wake up to the sound of geese and Kookaburrahs. The sun is blasting an impressive heat. I can hear various engines, perhaps the boat out on the river. There's also a Dancing Pole in the courtyard. I was right. This is the farmers Playboy Mansion. I noticed puppies (not that kind) crying for mums attention. This place is incredibly beautiful, peaceful. It would make a wonderful country getaway.
Kittens prowl curiously around. I'm off to feed the chickens and pigs.It is hard work on a farm. I am certainly no longer craving the gym. Painting and gardening takes it out of you somewhat. A spot of fishing to catch dinner. No fish, no dinner. Thank goodness for Aussie BBQ culture. And more beer. I haven't had an evening without beer after work since I got here. I don't even like beer. I've changed. Of course the day would not be complete without a dip in the jacuzzi would it?
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