Nicole Alexander says the inspiration and motivation for her writing
comes from her desire to communicate the grazier’s deep love of and commitment
to their land.
We’ve been at Spring Creek now for over eight years and although I understand
Nicole is talking about generations of graziers managing, nurturing and
developing their properties, I’ve had an inkling of what that feels like, even
in my short time on the land.
The Grand Entrance |
Several times recently, when driving back from town or back from a visit
somewhere, I’ve had an inner stirring, a sense of pride, as I’ve driven down
the road, approaching our grand entrance (it’s not really that grand but we are
proud of it). It’s not that Spring Creek is looking its best at the moment. The
winter cold and frosts have snuffed the green landscape. Though, thankfully, we
still have plenty of grass from a good summer season, it has hayed off and gone
brown.
But it’s weird, it’s that “hayed off” colour that I find so charming and appealing. It’s the colour of the Traprock.
The colours of the Traprock |
We spent last weekend visiting friends on their beautiful block outside
Kyogle. The Richmond River district is such different country to the Traprock –
green and lush. Though I thoroughly enjoyed imbibing their landscape for a
while, I have to say, I’ve realised there is something far more endearing about
the Traprock, despite its coarse surfaces, rocky outcrops and shaly valleys.
It has a rugged appeal of its own that I have truly come to appreciate.
I never thought I would have said this. I remember driving around the
block with the previous owner, checking it out, considering the purchase. I sat
in the back. I was quiet. I was overwhelmed with its size and the amount of
work required to make it look “nice”.
But I’ve realised you never really make the Traprock look “nice”. There
will always be fallen logs, dead trees, stump holes and regrowth. That’s part
of the Traprock charm. (Yet it’s amazing what a few hours in the dozer can do
to clean and clear some space.)
We’ve done a lot work. We’ve made a lot of improvements. We’ve built and
repaired a lot of fences. We’ve made it home and I’m starting to feel that
stirring deep within when I leave and return.
I’m surprised myself to actually feel that … maybe I even love Spring Creek.
Thanks for this post - it took me back to a lifetime ago when, as a farm management adviser, I enjoyed visiting the Traprock to work with graziers there. Through your comparison with the Richmond River district you've put your finger on what is "endearing" about it. It may not be "nice" but it is always fascinating to the eye.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bryce! Glad you enjoyed it.
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