Grandparent time has been wonderful. Baby is four weeks old already and still very cute, as is his very bright big sister. (I really treasure the time we get with all our grandkids. Earlier this year while the youngest grandson was just a baby we spent a good long time in Brisbane with them. Really great memories)
Our little camp is well established, with four chairs and the outside TV in the annex and a shade area on the other side sheltering the fridge and providing a spot to sit in the mornings. K has gone crackers with the solar lights around the camp. Lots if "crickamas lights" to quote our granddaughter.
Under the caravan annex life proceeds as normal. The BBQ is doing duty as an oven, producing bread and meals. The outside TV is providing background noise for my knitting. The dog is sitting at the door hoping someone will throw a ball. Washing is again dancing on the lines at the back of the van. Mr Fix It has addressed the non-working bits of the twin tub, saving $145 by repairing not buying a new one. He removed the spin timer which was cactus, so now I just open and shut the lid to turn on the spinner. The mechanism to empty the tub is now on a cord and hook out of the back of the tub... She should work for another 12 months.
Sunny weather has the grass browning off quickly. The lambs are all out of the cute gangly stage but still play games together in big groups before baa-ing loudly and rushing off the grab a feed from their mothers.
The animals have a routine they seem to stick to. The horse has a route she follows each day, starting the morning up near us and then circling the paddock. If we drive in late at night she is usually in the middle of the driveway. K really set her off yesterday throwing an empty bottle for the dog to chase. The horse was obviously upset by his extreme breach of morning protocol and protested loudly before kicking up her heels in disgust and cantering off down to the dam much earlier than normal. The rams spend the day under the tree near us, heading down to the dam to drink when the shade on their side of the fence is gone.
Now to the title of this blog.....down the hill.
I am very proud of myself. I drove the ute back down the hill following after the quad that inconveniently decided to pick up a stick in its tyre yesterday needed a repair done before is could be driven to the shed. K volunteered to fix it and drive the quad down and I followed him. Proper 4WDriving!
Ok K didn't think it was very hard, but it was down hill and across the back of the dam and I had to avoid sticks and not drop into the holes or fall off into the dam. I have got used to dirt roads. But pointing the nose of the car down a hillside still gives me shivers. Beginner NT Schools 4WDriving course passed or not.
I haven't been to this part of the property before because normally it is a quad drive, so I took a picture back across the valley to the back of the shearing shed. Not a bad view.
Going well.
Cheers Sue
A Ferg on the Move
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