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Vale Mr Gubbins

People come and go in our lives. Some are easily forgotten and some stay with us forever, even if we’re not in contact. This morning I found out that my old music teacher died from cancer. I’ve been shocked at my sense of loss, even though it’s been nearly twenty years since I’ve had contact…

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Favourite views

These are my favourite views of our farm. It seems to say everything about it – natural (all the bush that has been left as stock shelters), fertile (that dark green is a lovely, healthy looking barley crop), undulating. Then the man made things – good fences and a great road that also acts as…

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Clean bums

I love crutching time. It’s wonderful when the sheep leave the yards with beautiful clean, white rumps and we know that really, there shouldn’t be any problems with flies. There is real satisfaction in finishing a job that needs doing. The top photo is the last of about 1,000 ewes that went through the shed…

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Storm front

Leaden clouds hang in the sky. The anticipation of a downpour is thick in the air. We feel the winds pick up and hear the distant rumble of thunder. A flash of lightening, then the plop of a drop: one, two and then a million! Large, heavy drops which, as they hit the ground, throw…

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Name and win!

Here’s a Purple Road. This was taken somewhere between Ceduna and Port Augusta. Would you like to name two characters in my newly finished book, Purple Roads? Well here’s your chance: At the moment, their names are Cam and Belinda. Cam is a truck driver, while Belinda is a stay-at-home mum with four boys. I…

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My old Rexy

I went to sit with my first ‘child’ today. Although he’s a bit dottery on his paws now, and old and grey around the muzzle with weepy eyes, underneath he’s still my old Rex. He was born one cold blustery winter night under the combine in our machinery shed. Coincidentally it was on my dad’s…

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Oh bugger!

Within my circle of friends, it’s well known that I can sometimes be an idiot.  My best antic is mixing up my words and saying the wrong thing, or acting without thinking. Most of my family and friends smile and say “Oh, Fleur….” when I’ve done something particularly ridiculous, and today I think I might…

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Who has got a ‘Short Cut’ Story?

All country folk have a driving short-cut story don’t they? and usually they don’t end well! Here’s my take on it: Setting: Afternoon barbeque, blokes having a few beers, girls around the table with a wine. Conversation: Bloke 1: ‘Gotta head over to *insert town’s name* tomorrow.’ Bloke 2: ‘Oh yeah? What for?’ Bloke 1:…

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Home is where the heart is

I’ve written before about the depth of my South Australian roots. They are especially entrenched on the station that has been in my family since the 1800s. It’s hard to describe how much the landscape is burned into my soul: the old ruins, the creeks that criss-cross the land, the ‘casha’ or Acacia trees that…

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Guest Blog: Louise Burke

Journalism fascinates me. That’s why Louise is here! She’s answered a few of my questions. I guess being a journo you love words? What’s your favourite word and have you used it in your stories? When people ask me what my favourite word is I always think of the discussion in indie classic Donnie Darko…

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Winners!

This month the guest judge was the lovely and talented Sara Foster! And congratulations to …  *drum roll* Bron for the Readers section and Juliet for the writers section! Expect an email soon! ~ Fleur’s Webmistress

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Rain makes me crazy! Name some characters and WIN!

40mm of rain since Saturday has made me dance with joy. There is nothing like a decent steady rain to make people smile, and lying in bed listening to the pitter-patter on a tin roof, there is no better music in the world. So, in honour of the rain, I thought I’d give you a…

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Purple Roads, finished!

Today I’m feeling wonderful, free and light! I finally put the last full stop on Purple Roads, which may not be big news to you guys, but I can tell you that writing this book hasn’t been easy. Writing any book isn’t easy. It requires ‘bum glue’, dedication, passion and most importantly time. It’s the…

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I love my dictionary…

So I love words. I guess that isn’t surprising since I use them to craft my stories. The English language is incredible. How awesome it is to be able to tell someone in three words that they’re beautiful, or express how proud you are of your children’s achievements. I love the way some words sound…

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Rain equals mental health for farmers!

Being a farmer can be trying, especially since our livelihood is so much at the whim of the weather. This season started off beautifully with 30 millimetres of soaking rain over a few days. After such a long dry summer, it was a relief to see some green poking through the ground. It’s often been…

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Mummy’s Wish

I first heard about Mummy’s Wish via Twitter and thought it was a wonderful initiative.  Read more about them here, follow them on Twitter @mummysWishInc or on Facebook. I am in awe of these two women who had turned a terrible time in their life into something so positive. That’s why today, they are my…

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Inspiration at it’s finest – Kim’s story

This week I’m trying to encourage my readers to think about their bodies. The last post discussed my dear friend Ned, who died from breast cancer. Well this post is much happier. Kim is my second cousin. Our families had quite a lot to do with each other as we grew up. To me, Kim…

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A shining star

Today I’ll be heading to the beach as I’ve done on this day for the past two years. You see, today it’s two years since my friend Ned died and Ned loved the beach. Her death was expected. She’d been suffering from breast cancer for a while and was told just before Christmas there was…

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Once upon a time there was…

Once upon a time there was a vibrant homestead set deep in a gully. The backdrop to this beautiful setting was rolling hills, green pastures, grazing sheep  and kangaroos, and a bubbling little stream. In days past, these buildings would have echoed with the shouts of shearers as their blades snipped across the sheep’s back,…

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How do you read?

Reading has always been my escape. It’s not often I walk out the front door without a book, just in case I get caught behind a mob of slow moving sheep or I’ve got a spare five minutes waiting for a truck. I can read most places – in a busy cafe, noisy sheep yards…

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