In December 2012, we invited brave members of our families and friends to venture south to the block to walk the boundaries, share ideas and picnic under the trees with mugs of mead. Braving driving southerly winds the group scythed and machete’d through the thicket of thistles on the dam wall and started sorting and disposing of the rubbish under the gums.
- Abi has a crack at the long grass
- Nat sharpens his scythe
- Joel taking credit for scything thistle thicket
- A Wanderer (Monarch) Butterfly on the roadside
- Western Grey Kangaroo tracks at the dam’s edge
- Picnicking at mission control