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Him and his father were born farmers, working the same land that was bought by his great grandfather, and now full of history. Many of the techniques that he's passed on to us have been around since the 1930s, and many of the implements and tools are still around, somewhere. He (and his father) made this place very much a part of them, and it's fitting that his last hours were on the farm, with his family all nearby.
One thing that I've been learning this year is the art of mending fences. I've got a few tools and bits and pieces, but I do need a bit of practice. The Aussie youtube videos show them tying a high tensile fence wire like it's a shoelace. I need to use a bit of ingenuity to achieve anything remotely like it! But now we have 8kV around much of the farm, and the cows no longer roam free. Well, not until they smash the gate again.
After all these years, it still seems odd having Christmas trees up in the blazing sunshine. We had our first supermarket playout on Thursday, two rehearsals for the Waitakere junior band (plus my regular Saturday lesson), the Kumeu Parade and a quick rehearsal to go over the music I'd written for a carol session later in the month. The next couple of weeks will be action packed, and then it will all go quiet. And just as it's starting to get busy again, it's our turn to pack up and spend a week in an isolated paddock with every excuse to turn off the phone!
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