I’m in the “whoop whoop”, as the kids and I call it.
In the middle of nowhere, watching country football.
It’s cold, wet and dull…
But the weather doesn’t worry me..
I love the isolation one finds out here…
The old houses you see as you drive along the narrow, gravel, pot holed road..
The sheep, cows and roosters.
The run down houses with the run down sheds, old cars and tractors from days gone by.
The vast amount of land with nothing but grass and trees that you can see for miles..
I’d love to live out here… Miles from everything – as long as I have my Internet and a phone – I’d be happy..
The kids know I love it here and let me take time to listen to nothing!!
The only sounds I hear today are that of the rain on the car roof and the footy players… Plus Miss Z turning the pages of her book…
Master B is out there somewhere… Watching the game and kicking his footy…
The husband is mixing with his country friends…
Step-son T is just following the others!
The footy players don’t mind that the weather is blah or the fact that the crowd is super small..
After all they’re only here for one thing – well two if you count the drinks they’ll have afterwards!!
It’s weird today for me.. As its the first time we’ve only bought 3 kids to the game…
For some reason I try to make sure I get to at least one game at this little ground each season.
I don’t know if it’s the isolation that attracts me or what…
There are some small “towns”, I guess you can call them. -. But then maybe just “places” suits them better – around here with funny names like Tunnack, Parratah, Pawtella and Ryndaston and the well known town called Oatlands is a bit further away from here too.
