As this year continues on at a relentless pace, the final school term of the year has commenced, Jessie's last at primary school.
The last weekend of holidays saw us head to town for bull sales,
harder than we'd hoped but not entirely unexpected given the current state of the industry. With 70 percent of our state drought-declared and cattle prices depressed all year, one should be grateful to sell any.
This weekend we travelled some two hundred kilometres north west to a "mini-Olympic fun day", an opportunity to stay with some friends formally from this area and ones we don't see nearly often enough. With our team of seven from Marlborough
we set about competing in volleyball, tennis, cricket and t-ball, on what was a hot, dry day out.
And today I'm feeling every inch the forty-three years I'm celebrating.