The 80's can haunt you in some very strange ways....

I saw an interview recently with Simon Le Bon talking about Duran Duran's upcoming tour of Oz in March. It must be a tough gig for singers like Simon, always being reminded of their past when asked to perform their old hits (which invariably happens with each performance) - instantly they are transported back to 1981 and in his case 'Planet Earth'.

For those of you who were with me back then (or those who remember) most of us have successfully put the 80's to bed, unless of course a 20 something you know thinks that an 80's party is a great idea and you get asked along purely for the entertainment value and your 'first hand' knowledge.

But the world works in mysterious ways. A little while back we were asked to take on some Damara sheep again. We were quite hesitant at first, knowing full well of the trauma we experienced previously with poor Danny and the Damara Girls meeting an early demise. But these sheep were in dire need of a feed and having ample grass to eat we felt compelled to have another go.

So far so good. In fact, one of the ewes recently had a lamb and he's turned out such a fine specimen he will be our other stud ram to increase our numbers. His name is Freddie.

Freddie you ask? Strange name for a lamb - well that is until you know his father is called Elton, his mother is called Bonnie and his auntie is called Madonna. Who were we to buck with tradition?

And before you ask, no, we didn't start this 80's journey, they were already named when we bought them. But in some strange way, this new found expression of the 80's is sort of comforting and we can't wait for the next lamb - will it be Sade, Cyndi, Rick or Prince? Surely, you say, it must be Kylie!

We'll keep you posted.......xx

Living life through rose coloured glasses

For those of you who know me well, I'm the one who can always put a positive spin on things. Forever the optimist, dreaming of things to come.

Well, for whatever reason, in 2011 I started to let things get me down. Some people might think this  perfectly understandable, given all the setbacks we have had with building the B&B, but for me this negative sentiment was unusual and a place that I was clearly uncomfortable with. 

Then, as the year was drawing to a close, I started to take stock and wondered why I should have let things get me down. I had the best 50th Birthday celebration with the most amazing group of people you could call friends; as each day passes Gareth and I are one step closer to realising our dream; and we're in good health - so what was I moaning about?

So, with a "not so bad" 2011 behind us, I am most enjoyably looking out through my "rose coloured glasses" at a fantastically bright 2012 with the prospect of great things to come. And for those of you that don't have any, I'd strongly recommending picking up a pair...... it will change your outlook on life (and some of those things that you have been hoping for will come to you - if you want them bad enough)

Fullfillingly yours. P. xx

P.S. I thought I'd leave you with a few pics of some of the glorious vistas we have from Gareth's handiwork these days. 

All good things come to those who wait

I've never really been good at waiting for anything. Instant gratification. I want it now.......

Well, I guess there are some things that you have to wait for. Like building our dream. On that front, you've been probably wondering why we've been so quiet lately when it appeared things were moving along again.

Gareth reckons it's the mid life crisis I've been having (now I know the marvels of modern science have us living longer but I hardly think I'm going to make 100). Anyway, it was a crisis of sorts.

As most of my friends know, I've always jumped in regardless of consequence and fortunately luck has been on my side. This time, it's about both of our futures, so I wanted to make absolutely sure that the financial commitment we are about to make stacks up.

Recent world events don't make things easier either, however, despite the numerous setbacks we have had  we're now back on track. Thank god for Luke our accountant, I'm now 100% confident of the direction we are heading.

So I plan to be back on line more regularly and sharing our dream.

And for any of you also in the midst of change in your life, all I can say is embrace it ..... chances are we only get one go at it! xx

"Rocks r Us"

Remember the 70's (well some of you don't but hey, work with me).... remember when everyone wanted that prized piece of expensive bush rock for your new swimming pool backdrop or for that 'feature stone' in the middle of your front garden. Yes, Sydney bush rock adorned only the luckiest of my friends gardens in those days. We sadly we had to settle for a more modest adornment in the shape of river pebbles.

I'm pleased to say however that this is not the case for us in Carool. We have bush rock in abundance. In fact, I'm thinking of putting a sign out the front "Rocks r Us". We dig, U find. Yes, pretty much anywhere you dig a hole on this property, you'll find a boulder of some description, or if your lucky you'll manage to avoid that rock hiding in the grass that sends the ride on back to the repair shop yet again.

Given this bounty, our enthusiasm for bush rock uses knows no bounds. This week, we started building the "Great Wall of Carool" - an 80 metre retaining wall. Apart from stopping erosion on the hill (always handy when you are building a new house above) it means that we can now finally surface the road we had built last year..... which of course was washed out from the 6 months of rain that started immediately the day after it was completed.

So if you ever have the need for some rock, you know where to find us.

Here we go.....again!

June 2011 will be known as a defining month in our lives. The month Pete turns 50. The month we get to enjoy some time on an island paradise with 20 or so of our friends. And the month that we got back on the road to our wonderful new adventure.

As most of you know, we hit a rather large speed bump on our way to creating our little piece of paradise last year (if you don't, you'll find the story in an earlier blog). Well, I'm pleased to say that we have now put that behind us and are moving full steam ahead to realising our dream.

Today we signed up with a building company Civic Steel Homes. We met Kirsten and Kelly (the architect who has designed all their homes) a couple of months ago. After much comparison, we decided that they were the best option for us. 

What I love about them is that they are passionate about our project. They read our business plan. They spent time on our property to feel the ambiance. They understand our desire to create something beautiful but mindful of our budget. There are some design cues from our last design - we spent 2 years on it so we haven't let every idea go - but I'm confident that we're about to create something pretty cool.

Can't wait to share the journey with you all xx

Poor Danny and our Damara Girls

Sad news on the hill today, something (probably wild dogs) got in and killed our flock of Damara Sheep. It is very distressing, as we were expecting to have some baby lambs soon.

Danny, our ram, was particularly special as he had been bottle fed and used to walk around by your side just like a dog and was a good friend with Oscar. We can't find him - we found all the Ewes, but we suspect he suffered the same fate. I guess this is just part of life on a farm, but it is sad none the same.

Here was a photo of Danny on our front lawn (not his best side -  but any side would be better now than none). Shame we won't  have him running up the paddock to meet us any more.

Here's to some happier news next post!

We're still working on it....

We haven't had much to tell you all of late, hence things being a little quiet on the blog front. 

We're working on our revised proposal and I'm intending that we'll get to council next month. Gareth tells me that's a little ambitious (and he's probably right) but you know me, always the optimistic one.

Perhaps the highlight of the week: we've just become the proud owners of a small flock of Damara sheep. We pick them up next Saturday. Sheep farming is at least genetic for Gareth, as for me - who'd have ever thought!

Other than that the rain is back.... at least the gardens are lush!

Till next time. x