You Can Take The Girl Out Of Bristol.....

Of course I've gone and landed myself a job as a tractor driver. I'm the other side of the world, and I've managed to find myself working in what's probably the most Bristolian job I ever will have. It's more than likely to be the most Bristolian job that exists in the Southern Hemisphere. The Wurzels would be proud of me.

I won't go into it too much, as I'm currently feeling extremely positive about life, and there's no need to dwell on the past, but I pretty much ended up doing a runner from the previous farm I was working on. Let's just say that there were a number of factors which were making me extremely unhappy, and let's also say that I've gone from loving all creatures great and small, to loving all creatures great and small - with the (temporary, I'm sure) exemption of cows. Cows can do one.

This is actually a bull. But whatever.

This is actually a bull. But whatever.

Anyway, I was lucky enough to be offered a position sowing crops in a little town in New South Wales, and it seems I have discovered a new found love for tractor driving. When my alarm goes off in the mornings, I'm more than happy to jump out of bed, head down to the paddocks, climb into my new toy and spend my day driving up and down, up and down, up and down (and up and down.) Of course the fact that I can plug my iPod in makes the whole process ten times more enjoyable than it already was - there have been a large number of questionable renditions/butcherings of all my favourite songs this week, (sorry Bowie!) and who would have thought that I'd be listening to my best mate's Rinse FM Guest Mix in a bloody tractor, of all places!?

My ride.

My ride.

I've been extremely amused to discover that the UK's 'Antiques Roadshow' is prime time TV over here - I wasn't even aware that the show was still running - let alone that I'd be enjoying it over dinner each evening! Last Saturday, we went to the local tennis club's 'casserole night' and I managed to eat about a week's worth of food in one sitting, before coming scarily close to joining the local netball team. (I am TERRIBLE at netball, and joining the team would have been no good for anybody involved.) I'm really enjoying my time here - I don't feel the need to mark off each day on a countdown until I can leave, and the best thing is, there's not a single cow in sight!