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black mare, farming, fresh eggs, love, outback, pony club, writing
At heart, I am a country girl. My family moved from the suburbs of Sydney to the Hunter Valley when I was nine years old. From as early as I can recall, I was obsessed with dogs, cats, horses, cows and chooks. (I lie reader, I’m not into chooks, but I love fresh eggs.) I would sit for hours with my paternal grandfather, listening to his tales of growing up with horses and I dreamed of having one of my own.
I begged for a horse from the age of three and we finally got our first pony when I about thirteen (though I had to share). In the intervening years I used to “borrow” horses from our absentee neighbours. True, I didn’t exactly have permission, but I always returned them! Then into our lives came Dolly. Dolly the wonder horse with excessive flatulence. Jet propelled, the old black mare was a nasty old stinker who was almost impossible to catch. I wasn’t allowed to have a saddle, we had to learn to ride bareback! I think that was just a convenient excuse for my parents who probably couldn’t afford a saddle.
So began a learning experience that I am so glad I had. I learned to ride bareback on the bony old thing. Added to her other delightful habits was a dangerous tendency to bolt. Or in layman’s terms, to totally ignore the bit and take off in an attempt to rid herself of me. She taught me to hang on. Because if I fell off, I not only hurt myself, I had to catch her again, she would take off for home, leaving my stranded on the side of the road or in a field. Since then, I’ve had a few horses. Dabbled in dressage, at local shows, pony club, barrel racing and even western. I hung out with friends who competed in reining, cutting, rodeo’s and even three day eventing. I doubt I’d ever have done anything worthy of note with my riding, but I had tonnes of fun.
One thing that I did get from riding was a friendship with a local blacksmith, cow-cocky, and cattle carter. Every sixteen year old girl need an old bloke to show her old fashioned respect and be willing to teach and guide her. We didn’t have a grandfather living close by, but Ray Hawkins was my surrogate grandfather. I learned to muster, castrate, drench and brand cattle. I went to the cattle sales, hung off the fence and chatted with the auctioneers and cattlemen. I bought and sold cattle. Poddy raised calves (that’s fed them milk from a bucket and became a mum) and sold them. I had a brilliant time in my teens and early twenties. I went all over the Hunter Valley with my mentor and learned so much.
All this leads up to telling you something exciting, two “some-things” actually. My next novel will be a rural romance, set on a cattle and sheep property. Now, in case you were wondering, I do have a very small amount of sheep station knowledge. I worked as a station cook on a sixty thousand acre property in the Riverina in my early twenties.
Forward twenty plus years. My darling husband and I are excited about the prospect of purchasing a grazing property one day, and so have been scanning the real estate websites and dreaming. All this is leading to me sharing that, in a research and green-change learning curve combo, I am enrolling to do some agricultural courses both locally (Tocal) (link) and south of Sydney (Camden).
I have some experience in the dairy industry too, I love my cows 🙂 I didn’t like the 4am starts on mornings with the temperature in the minus’s, but I did love the cows.
In the research stakes, I’ll learn some of what my MC will need to learn to be able to run a profitable station. In the green-change stakes, I’ll learn some basic skills in pasture care and improvement and beef care and handling. I’m excited.
So I’ll be able to research some valuable information for my two loves in life. Writing and the land.
Do you love the country too? Or are you a city chick (or guy) through and through?
Faerilands said:
Paula, your excitement shows through and its catching. Thankyou – though I like chooks more than cows I really appreciate your love of country and what lives with it
Paula Beavan said:
Thanks for dropping in Faerilands, and I’m pleased you enjoyed the post about my cow passion
Lily Malone said:
I love your post Paula. I’m country through and through. I’ve never lived in a city, except in my very late teens when I did that Aussie ‘working holiday in London’ thing. So outside of that 2 years, it’s always been country towns that I’ve called home.
Good for you going to these lengths with your research, but if the end game is to be earning a living from the land, you’ll have a wonderful head start.
Good luck with it!
Lily M
Paula Beavan said:
Hi Lily, firstly, thanks so much for sharing this for me. I love love love the bush. Love it out west and this side of the range, in NSW that is. My darling husband was a Hunter River farmer, and we have dairy-ed (SP?) I have to stop myself going off on tangents of looking at realestate.com LOL and packing.
Jenn J McLeod | Come home to the country... said:
Lovely read. I reckon your book will be fantastic given this post!!!!! Big congrats. And Thx Lily Malone for sharing on FB so I saw it. Made me smile.
Paula Beavan said:
Hi Jenn, I’m so glad you popped in and enjoyed my waffling. And now I’m off to find Lily and give her a hug for sharing.
habisha said:
Lovely post, darling. Excited for the new opportunities in your life. And can’t wait to read the new romance.
I think I am a little bit city — love the city lights at night and the shopping opportunities; don’t like the crowding — and a whole lot country. Where I’m at now on the Big Island, we have room to move, to breathe, frangi-pani (three varieties), other trees, coffee bushes and lots of lava rock. The feral pigs are out rooting under one of the trees tonight. I can hear them but can’t see them. Down below me in the dark the surf is pounding off the rocks on the shoreline. There are crickets and geckos calling, the flutter of moth wings on the screen and every once in a while a mad whirring as one gets caught in the massive spider webs hanging from the house.
After Five months of madness in Honolulu, this is peace and contentment for my weary, battered spirit. Things are far away, and I miss the close proximity of things in the city, but I really like the quiet and serenity.
I guess that probably makes me a country girl.
Let me know how your adventure goes. I wish you the best.
Deb
Paula Beavan said:
Hi Deb, thanks for dropping by. Where you are in Hawaii sound gorgeous. If we could afford it a property with fields sweeping down to the ocean would be perfect. If only . . . LOL
habisha said:
There is a place like that on the other about 90 minutes north of us, with miles of undulating green and yellow fields sweeping away on both sides of the road. It’s lovely if you love cattle and wide open spaces and fields.
This island is amazing; you get just about every kind of topography: mountains, trees, fields, volcanoes and their lava fields, desert, rainforest, hills and depressions, etc. We felt we were in several different countries as we travelled around the island: US (various states), Cornwall England, Ethiopia, and South America. I’m sure you’d find Australia in the landscapes, too. It’s a lovely place.
If you moved here, we could meet halfway between your cattle ranch and my mountain jungle. And I could hire on to your ranch, as a cook and … a writer. Everyone needs a Ranch Writer, don’t you think?
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