Thursday, 15 May 2014

That old ratbag woman...


All week I've driving down the Bruce Highway, away from Cairns, to a small town to do some temp work there. The trip down is a beaut. Yes, the road is crap and there are lots of cowboys on it, but the scenery is so Far North Queensland with sugar cane fields and banana plantations on either side of the road competing with mountains like Walsh's Pyramid (pictured) , Bartle Frere and Bellenden Kerr. As I was drove along thinking about lots of things, singing along to a Tim McGraw CD at the top of my lungs and thinking about living in a shack, surrounded by an odd assortment of farm animals, growing vegetables and generally being the 'old ratbag woman who lives over there in that shack.' Yeah, I'm looking forward to that.
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