If I were PM I'd put it into the legislature that not to have Monday morning tea was Unaustralian. It seems to be another one of the country traditions that we'd all do well to re-establish. Glenn and I headed out to Wadgee Farm to have morning tea with the lovely Mr Stuart Dick (who wasn't too happy about me putting his underwear on the interweb), and Kim, John and Gary from Warialda Rails who I met on my last visit. I love country life. There is something delightful in the no bullshit approach and having the time to stop and have tea, made from tea leaves in a silver tea pot in tea cups with saucers, home made passion fruit sponge (thanks Olive), and cream and finger buns on a Monday morning. Stuart always turns the teapot three times before pouring the tea. I noticed this on my last trip and used it in The Sensitives, as well as calling the protoganist's granddad Stuart, after Mr Dick who I adore. Actually I used Wadgee as inspiration for a couple of scenes in the book.
Later I stood amongst a huge herd of cows under a threatening sky, which spat at us from a great height as Glenn and Stuart fed the cows. I still having city nerves being two foot away from a bull. I saw Lollie, the Heffer calf who was named after me on my last visit. Stuart declared that she is the biggest Heffer calf on the farm. Go Lol!
As much as I love the country, there are things that I still don't like. Birds in cages is one. We took a tour of Kim & John's birds, who they tend with absolute devotion and love with a passion but the rebel in me thought of sneaking in under the cover of darkness and opening all the cages. Fly be free! Yeah right, until they all died of starvation or became fast food for a hawk.
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