I jumped at the opportunity to go further afield and extend myself.
Ah, and go further afield
and extend myself, I most certainly did.
In more ways than one.
Firstly, the distance.
This country is SO vast it continues to surprise.
The two maps give you some idea of the scale.
Secondly, the time.
We booked these two rides long before the world was turned upside down by our friend with many names, Corona, Delta, Omicron. to mention but a few – there are many other names we down in Victoria have used to describe ‘it’
And so we waited, as the dates were changed again
In fact we waited so long
I had forgotten what I had signed up for
and there was no Brooke and her horses,
nor was there the horseman Cody that I was keen to learn from.
Casualties of our country’s interesting handling of the virus.
And by the time we could go,
two years of non living was being condensed into a tight space
the possibility of more lock downs
and in my case, at least,
reminding me I must be mad…
Did I mention the floods?
How could I forget…..
Driving up, being forced to pull up on the side of the road and wait till we could see.
Friends having to ‘take the long way round’ to finally make it to our home from home.
Garrawilla,was established in 1836. It is on the edge of the Kamilaroi Tribal are. 7000 acres of fertile volcanic land. Wagu bulls crossed with Angus heifers produce superb calves which form the foundation of the farming.
We were lucky enough to get involved with how they farm etc. And stay in the original farmhouse.
The weather broke,
not just the roads,
but the horses
fixing bridges and feet kept us busy.
Most days we played with cattle.
And always we played with our horses.
With views to take your breathe away.
Roads to canter till your breathe went away
And field with grass so high it took ‘the other horses away’
Which for anyone who knows me, must surely be a first.
I LOVE words.
I love working out their origins, the way they look on paper; their shapes and rhythms. And I love the way they can have multiple meanings, depending on context, dependant on the company, the glint in an eye, the emphasis on a syllable, the quickness of response, the back and forth.
Words can bind or divide with such ease and speed they become almost the most powerful tool available to us mere mortals.
But I digress –
words, they confuse, confound and cause all sorts of meanderings.
Like our meander into Glenorchy Back Country, South Island, New Zealand.
And for those who don’t know where New Zealand is, the bottom of the planet, almost in the Pacific Ocean. I think God created the world from the top and as he moved down, his artistry became more and more breathtaking; his masterpiece complete at Glenorchy.
And that’s the point – this trip was SO amazing,
So breathtakingly beautiful.
So filled with laughter and energy and love and caring and support that
WORDS FAIL ME!!!!!
No really, they do.
From our first meeting for a drink, which ended up including a dinner, we knew we were in a special place, where like minded people understood the words spoken, the words unspoken, the meanings behind them. People who immediately saw the laughter in an eye, or the nervous hesitation in the curve of a mouth.