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At Koramba Farm, cotton irrigation is now in full swing and the camp routine has settled back into a more orderly manageable routine after the grain harvest when the camp was bedlam – jam-packed full of backpackers, harvesters and experts rebuilding some irrigation systems.
Crop dusters are constantly landing and taking off from the airstrip starting at 3 or 4 am as they battle to keep the million-dollar cotton crop free of insects that could destroy the lot.
Yesterday one of these crop dusters hit a head ditch at the end of a field ripping his landing completely off the plane. The pilot managed to fly back to the airstrip and at 4:00 am and belly landed the plane successfully with no injuries.
This was after another incident earlier in the week just across from another farm we’ve worked on where the plane clipped the power lines and crashed in the cotton field critically injuring the pilot.
These blokes really know their stuff and have nerves of steel.
Another cropduster crashed last week in Gundy.
Fiona has taken two weeks off to spend time with her family and get prepared for taking over the cooking position when we leave tomorrow to head to Brisbane in preparation for my radium treatment.
It’s hot – super-hot and it appears there’s no respite from the heat anywhere, even in our precious caravan with the air conditioner on full! The kitchen temperature rises quickly to the late 40º’s early 50°’s once the ovens and Bain Marie are turned on and throw in the repeated hot flushes and the body just cries out for COLDNESS.
The long Christmas and New Year period has finally drawn to a close. This is always a rather testing stretch for us as the heat and the backpackers (especially the few “Needy” and demanding ones) make the stretch seem a long one.
One thing that’s helped this year was having Ashley, Lish and our wonderful grandkids, Riley and Charlotte living on the farm. They’ve moved into their beautiful home here and it was such a delight to hear Lish tell us last night that she feels totally at home.
We were expecting her – a city girl – to take a while to really settle in but she’s slotted right in and she seems genuinely happy, excited and motivated about their future.Ashley wanted to propose to Lish at Christmas so Ash, Kerrie and Lish’s sister conspired to secretly get the engagement ring that Lish had chosen from Brisbane out to the farm in time for Christmas. Unfortunately, their efforts failed but the ring did get to the farm a few days later. Ashley (in a rare romantic moment) took Lish down to the river for a swim and on a sweltering New Year’s Eve proposed to her after which she accepted his proposal.
It’s a real thrill for me to watch Ashley work over at the workshop (I can often see him from the office window). He’s seldom found without a grin and loves working on the variety of machinery he gets to operate daily.
Today he’s fixing the brakes on the Mack truck, yesterday servicing a Landcruiser and tomorrow possibly repairing a huge pump. He’s in his element, even in the heat.
I’m very proud of him.
But now we are on our final day at the farm!
Throughout the last few weeks I’ve been rather excited to move on and get the next part of the adventure started, but today – I’m not sure.
Everything I do today reminds me it’s the last time – cooking breakfast, placing orders, clearing and cleaning, cooking dinner.
This place has been such a huge part of us for five years. We’ve learnt so much about life here (and about ourselves) and we’ve grown to love the place and deeply respect all the people involved with keeping it running.
My little office seems somehow a sad place today after I’ve spent so many happy hours here designing our software. Even the mess and kitchen that we’ve played such a large part in operating seems sort of forlorn today.
It’s strange to see Fiona’s caravan under our annex that has provided shelter for our precious home for so long and under which I would sit on the swing seat at night after work with a glass of scotch and marvel at the stars and the moon.
I realise how much I’ll miss driving around the farm and seeing the magnificent green of the young cotton, the shining gold of the grain and the glistening water channels and dams that make me marvel at the engineering that created them.
I look at the camp garden with its ripening grapes and flourishing fruit trees and I remember the hours of toil and sweat that went into carving that garden out of the bush and I recall the huge quantity of vegetables it rewarded us with.
Every tree around the camp speaks of the efforts in sawing, trimming and clearing and I would like to think that at least this small corner of the 38,000 acres that make up Koramba is better for us having been here.