Books in Woolsheds

One of the joys of belonging to a Book Club in the country, is being able to visit many country homes.

My Book Club has been running for over 50 years with 30 members,many of them on farms that are miles from any town.

We mostly meet once a month in each others homes though this year, with the pervading drought conditions, sometimes venues have to be changed as drinking water has been diminished or toilets will not flush!

Yesterday we drove one hour from Quirindi past endless paddocks where no crops have been planted this year and balls of cotton from the last crop, sit like white confetti along the side of the road.

The meeting was in a converted wool shed, with high vaulted ceilings and great views across the garden and outside paddocks. The garden was green,  an oasis from the dry land around though some old trees have succumbed and are dying.The main central room still has the original shearing stands and equipment and around the garden are objects from the past, like the wool bale scales and the engine from the old shed.

We drove back with just a smattering of raindrops on the windscreen and all of us looked hopefully to the skies as we had been promised rain this time! But arriving home, more disappointment as the gauge showed 1mm.

Come on Hughie! What’s going on!!