What a noise the sheep make, thundering down the metal road.
Dust flying, dog barking, and they race past the gate.
Welcome to the world of sheep farming.
The early morning sun was not brilliant, and such a cold southerly wind. How many
stories have been told at night in this shed,
after a hard day’s muster, shearing or tailing.
This is all for today, we move to Arrowtown, and there are brilliant sunrises,
rocks and lakes.Yes, the South is a great place, and Hugh would move here tomorrow.
Quotation of the day, unknown.
“ A Man’s best friend is his dog”
Cheers from Jean