It was a glorious afternoon and we were all sitting around this beautiful shady lilac tree on the lawn having a few drinks.
Blake (my three year old) was having fun climbing the tree and my Aunty Di took this photo of him. He is a boy all over and loves driving around in their buggy, although his pop had to make extensions on the pedals, so that he could reach them.
Below: Their beloved buggy, with Mackenzie is taking her cousin Trent for a ride.
This is the small town of Pingaring. The People. The Place.
Or so it says on our community number plates! There are five houses in our town, plus a shop and the local hall. We also have a golf course around a large granite rock behind the town, as well as the tennis/cricket club and the old school which is now used as a community centre/playgroup.
We live directly opposite the railway line, which is great when trains go past at all times of the night, and the CBH bins. Co-operative Bulk Handling Group is who my husband works for. He runs the Pingaring bin at harvest when they take in all the farmers’ grain.
We only take wheat and barley in Pingaring. I write about the bins in my book The Family Farm so this picture will help those of you who’ve never seen them understand.
