12th – 15th March
We’re living our 12 year old’s dream. It is SO cool to be working on a stud farm with Connie. Did I mention it was in Australia?
The week here has been mad. This is probably the most difficult post I have had to write so far because so many memorable things have happened I don’t know where to start.
Please check out the last post to read about Shelia and Blair – that’ll give you a bit of a feel for the place.
We’ve hit the jackpot and have our own cottage. Minus the cobwebs and life threatening bugs – it’s really nice and spacious.
Our fist day we saw a tarantula. Lovely.
I have fallen in love with driving the Ute (a big 4×4 pick up truck). I think I was a farmer in another life. Driving around, up and down hills, through mud, Connie on the back throwing out hay – I just couldn’t stop smiling! Best not to mention my hideous efforts at reversing. However, slowly but surely I improved and felt like an absolute boss. Don’t get me started on us both whizzing around on quad bikes doing the morning and evening feed – so much fun and so many giggles.
Giggles stopped when Shelia asked us to help her take photos of foals. God that was long. She’s screechy, doesn’t know what she wants and she’s scared of horses. Connie probably clocked in about 6 miles running up and down the field with them, sweating buckets in the 30 degree heat. Meanwhile, as ordered by Shelia, I shake a gold cheerleading pom pom to get the horses to look up.
Back to the heat… Good lord, the constant heavy lifting in the heat is seriously hard work. Within three days my arm muscles had seriously, noticeably grown. 110 horses poo a lot. That much poo is heavy. They also eat a lot. Their food is heavy. A full days work probably equates to about 3 hours of none stop weight lifting in the gym.
Hard work gets harder when tyres go flat and the whole days work is put on hold so you have to go like superman when we’re back up and running.
Hard days mean early nights watching some DVDs that we found. “Bunnies of the Playboy mansion.” Oh Shelia.
Right now me and Connie look quite the opposite. We stink. My fingernails have never been so disgusting and my sports bra tan line is quite something. Legs are pretty torn up with scratches and bruises.
Alongside the back-breaking daily jobs, we’ve also had a good laugh fixing fences, playing with foals and riding a couple of the horses. Not so much fun when Shelia asks us to move horses that won’t catch. Winston was awful but I eventually caught him. Turns out he liked it when I sung a lullaby (Connie was in hysterics at this point).
Laughter turns to screams when we see the most deadly spider in Australia. We’re about to pick up a really, really heavy feed bin. Sensible Liv comes out to play. “Hang on, Con, I’m just gonna check what’s underneath…” I get on my hands and knees and have a peak. RIGHT where I was about to put my hand to lift the bin was a red back spider. Thank goodness I checked!
We’re alive, we’re stinky and we’re forever laughing. We’re exhausted but don’t want this week to end!
To be continued… (Car crash, Shelia banter and a very, very strange food combination will be coming soon in the next post!)