Yikes! I had a night filled with nightmares. Horrible. Re-living the fear of some South African experiences – not necessarily all mine but what happened to some of our friends too. The tossing and the turning. I ran in my sleep – you have no idea how tiring that was. I am still out of breath! It was so good to wake up and discover where I was. Australia!

The early morning was a lot cooler than it has been of late. Dark. Very dark and it still felt damp. I almost felt the weight of rain clouds over my head out there somewhere.

This morning, after his normal routine, Ken moved the main herd of cattle up into the Home Camp. So now we have the bellowing of the bulls in the Bass Camp, (alongside the shed), the rip, snip, chomp and chewing sounds of the cows as they mow the grass around our shed with their mouths. All lovely sounds of contentment wrapped around me. Tis the farm life.

After getting the washing going, and having cleaned our home, I sat down to do some book work and finish my grocery lists. It was late in the morning when I suggested to Ken and that we get off the farm somehow, as the weather looked as if we were in for a lot more rain. That means no ways will we be getting off the farm any time soon.

So at lunch time we decided to go to town. Off we set in the ute and managed to get out with not too much of a bother. A little slippy-slidey every now and again, but Ken is a good driver in the mud, so we got out going the back way and through the resort. A few of my sweat glands worked overtime, but it was all good!

We zooted around Port Macquarie as fast as we could, as the rain looked as if it was getting ready to pour down in our area. In Wauchope, on our way home, Ken picked up the seed he will be sowing shortly with Paddy and Robert’s help next weekend, and then we trundled back home. The seed weighed half a tonne and as it slipped over to the one side of the ute’, it squashed some of the groceries. I almost had a heart palpitations as it is not that easy to replace them. But luckily it was only the one 3 litre bottle of milk that was cracked. Yoh! Talk about a mission to buy food and all that!

But we got home safely, without rolling or slipping down any of the muddy slopes. It can be a bit scary when there is such a heavy load on the back of the ute’ and in this wet weather.

I am very happy to have our pantry full again, and Ken has his Land Magazine so all is well with our world once more. It can now rain ….

My saying for to day is ….

“One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.”

– Helen Keller