2021 has so far proven to be less than stunning. Thank you to all for the Christmas cards and best wishes for the new year but they clearly didn’t work so this Christmas please send money or petrol vouchers instead!
Last week Nigel sadly (and with a degree of envy) said farewell to Andrew, who is now working on the NSW north coast after completing his 4 year tenure. While Nigel is hoping that he won’t be alone for too long, he’s also mindful that it took almost a year to fill his own position 3 years ago so he’s not holding his breath.
Now, unlike general duties police, highway patrol officers work most shifts as a single unit unless they’re working at night (hence the “afraid of the dark” jokes) but it’s always nice to talk to someone, who actually understands the job and he’ll miss that camaraderie.
So here’s my attempt at talking up the vacant position.
Let me just start by confessing that this post has nothing to do with outback policing and more to do with timely secrets.
So with all the apparent tree changes of late and real estate prices going through the roof, is anyone interested in a C change? C for Cobar, that is.
One of the things I love about the bush is the strong resilience that sees farmers suffer through drought or floods but still want to celebrate the Christmas season. Here’s a photo collection of some of their ‘work’ – past and present.
Here’s hoping that 2021 will be a year of recovery and healing. Merry Christmas all.
I know I know…….. am I taking poetic licence too far? Still, if you’re wondering why it’s been “all quiet on the western front” (yes, I did it again), it’s because we’ve been otherwise engaged. Here’s the short-ish version.
As some of you know, I tried very hard to convince Nigel to get another dog for Beau to play with. Now I see that perhaps he was right.
So what do you get when you cross a dust storm and a rain cloud?
It literally rains mud! This was Friday’s “weather event”.
One of our first decisions after arriving in Cobar was to celebrate the arrival every month with take-away pizzas. We gave ourselves 3 days’ grace – in case one of us was away or, heaven forbid, it was Monday and the Pizza Chef had the night off – so now the ‘official ruling’ is Pizzas will be eaten on the 23rd (the day we left Paradise) or the 24th (the day we arrived in Cobar) or the 25th (the day we woke up in Cobar) of each month of our 4-year tenure. Last night was Chicken and Bacon (Kaye) and Perri Perri Chicken (Nigel). Thank you to The Great Western Pizza Chef! ……….. and still 46 pizzas to go.