Jervoise cattle station

It looked like an American ranch, a big wooden sign "jervoise" and flat, dry fenced off land as far as you could see with the typical ash white trees. it was far from what I was used to back home in Wales. Hills, mountains, soaking mud with a hint of grass (I'm kidding Wales is beautiful). I chased kangaroos one morning at sunrise to try and capture a good setting, jumping across the broken plain where floods in the wet season had caused banks to fall apart and left a bit of a playground for me to make my way across one piece of the crumbled puzzle to the next.

during the day I watched the family (I had the pleasure of staying with, round up the cattle) this was called mustering and It was such an experience to watch, they would use wips and shout to get them into a small fenced off area where they would later open a hatch that would lead to the vehicle that would transport them. Usually if you live on a cattle station, generations have owned the station before you and I guess every technique is passed on from parent to child. I watched as one of the girls trained her horse in the back of the house, simple side steps and cantering, kicks of the heels and voice commands. It was so relaxing to be sitting on the porch or laying on the trampoline over looking this and I wondered If the family appreciated their surroundings as much as I did. this family also had the same domestic kind of problems any average family does and of course no matter how beautiful your surroundings it doesn't make these problems go away. I appreciated that I could just run wild and free wherever the wind took me so I set off that evening to chase a sun set, which involved chasing more kangaroos and finally the best pictures and amazing scenery. The colours of the sky here are so different to back home. The clear sky was a rainbow of colours, oranges, deep purples and midnight blues that all graduated perfectly, darkening and changing as the sun set and the moon and the stars were so incredibly bright. I ran back before it was pitch black and realised I had been gone a lot longer than 20 minutes (which I'd planned to go without actually telling anybody) I had to attempt to high jump over a barbed wire fence - just about made it before arriving back at jervoise. Mel and Scott were riding a quad bike as they passed me they did a U-turn. Mel had had been worried something had happened and had wondered where I'd gone. Oops. It is  So like me to just wander off, I guess I got caught up in everything.

The morning before I left I was ecstatic to find an old piano. A couple of the keys were mute but it didn't matter, I had missed my piano back home so much and played appreciating every Minute. 

I got an applause once I'd finished and was embarrassed to see I'd had an audience but I was told that it was appreciated somebody was able to play it. 

Mel and I listened to country western music on the way back which is really popular over here, kind of a nice ending to the ranch-like experience I'd had, though I mus not say that and compare the way i do, It was a real Aussie experience!