Murchison

red dirt road leading to Murchison
preparing the Polo ground
outback architecture Wooleen woolshed
exterior of same

These are some of the photos Walter took on his trip last week, the tanker had to keep watering the ground so that the competitors could see each other, and the spectators could have some idea of what was going on. Not your usual Polo tournament, one of the instructions : Please make sure your horse is securely in the yards provided, this paddock is 200 square miles.
It seems everyone enjoyed themselves, which I guess is what it is all about.

I have been AWOL from blogger for the last few days, no particular reason, it takes some adjusting to having another body in the house after you have been able to do what you want when you want. My life is much more regimented when Walter is home.

We are off to Beverly, this weekend, to the 50th wedding celebrations of some old and dear friends, Neil and Joan McQuinn, I actually went to school with Neil. Joan came out from England in 1955, they met through work, married and had 4 girls, much to Neil's chagrin. After their last daughter was born, he arrived at the hospital wanting to know what was Joan's excuse this time.

About 20 years ago they bought a 360 hectare farm at The Dale, and have really loved their life there. Joan had gone to boarding school in England, and was quite refined, but to see her inoculating and marking (castrating) lambs it would be hard to tell. She has a beautiful voice and leads the choir at their little church. We are looking forward to a couple of days there, catching up and just enjoying each others company.

Live as if you were to die. Learn as if you were to live forever.