Land Girl Goes To The Farm
Today was Anzac Day, a public holiday in Australia, and while all Australians and New Zealanders remember the fallen men and women who fought for their countries, it is also a day that many will spend with their friends and families.
It turned out a gloriously sunny day. I attended a barbeque for a family reunion at one of my cousin’s farms on the outskirts of Greater Melbourne, and that seemed like an appropriate opportunity to dress as Land Girl – cue a beloved old green jumper, over-the-knee woollen socks, houndstooth hat and suede boots, and, controversially, a denim skort. To my indignation my sisters insisted I was ‘dressed-up’; I was moved to protest, “but I’m Land Girl today!”
There was much tramping through long grass (those were good boots to avoid snakes with), exploring dilapidated ruins, flirting with cows in a nearby meadow, and breaking and entering an old hay shed just for the opportunity to quite literally roll in the hay. What a fragrant smell! There was also plenty of eating, drinking and being merry with long-lost cousins. There were so many of us, and so many little offsprings bouncing underfoot we all wore name tags.
All in all, a lovely day. I hope you dear readers have had an equally fun Thursday.
Thanks to Niece #1 for taking the above photo.
Views of a neighbouring property
My cousin’s farm in Narre Warren North