A day at the farm

Felix is the perfect age for a visit to the farm.  This is a family tradition.  Every one of my school holidays had some time spent here.  They are twenty kilometres outside town which is easy to visit anytime really.

Approaching the long driveway past the cottage and sheds to the main house.

A rustic entrance to the house yard.

The family car bought in the year my mum was born 1959.  It spent the later part of it's life rusting away in the machinery shed as newer cars were purchased used and also parked to make way for a newer model.

My grandparents never part with anything.  My Grandma is a hoarder and struggles to throw anything away.  She is into vintage and recycling and doesn't have any idea how cool that is.

They are from a generation that fixed things when broken, were sensible with their money and made work again what was broken rather than the disposable culture of today.

The little vw is now restored to her former glory and a little indulgence for Grandma's retirement.  She proudly shows it off on trips to town as the second car.

Talking about the weather and when the rain will come at the shed.

Walking past the paddocks to the chook house to see the baby chicks. 

The vegie patch.

Living the simple life.......not as a trendy modern treechange..........this is just the life on the land they have lived as their parents before them did also.