A bit of hard work!

A bit of hard work never hurt anyone. Our effort today was to trim about 50 large trees from around the camp and remove the thick, dense scrub that has begun to take over what was once a carefully maintained area.

Cutting away years of growth.

Cutting away years of growth.

How do we know it was once cared for?

The evidence is everywhere from the comprehensive irrigation systems that were installed a long time ago to the neat lines of  rusting star pickets that once supported numerous young trees.

Why do we do it?

Why not?

No one has asked us to. It’s just a matter of taking pride in ones surroundings I suppose, even if they are only temporary.

All the cuttings are on the right of the tree logs waiting to be taken away.

All the cuttings are on the right of the tree logs waiting to be taken away.

A Lizard wasn't impressed with our efforts as he has lost his hiding place. Oh well he has another 30,000 acres to move to.

A Lizard wasn’t impressed with our efforts as he has lost his hiding place. Oh well he has another 30,000 acres to move to.

Grass will soon begin to grow again where before the dense scrub and over grown trees allowed almost nothing to grow.  It will be a lot easier to mow and whipper snip the area when it does.

Trees that have been let go to grow at random are never as appealing in an inhabited area as neatly pruned ones.

It's a lot easier to mow as the trees here were so thick you couldn't get between them.

It’s a lot easier to mow as the trees here were so thick you couldn’t get between them.

We enjoy making our very small contributions to this fascinating farm even though few if any of the others will notice the difference.

Also I enjoy the breaks from the concentration of the programs and I find the physical work refreshing. Both of us enjoy watching things grow especially things we’ve planted or helped along ourselves. It’s also very rewarding and satisfying to see something that was once a mess transformed into something clean and tidy.

We never get before photo's just after shots. Here is Chris working hard.

We never get before photo’s just after shots. Here is Chris working hard.

Armed with just a hand trimming saw, a pair of pruning shears and a rake we started the job and after about 6 hours without a break we had removed years of branch and scrub growth.

A chain saw would have made life easier.

A chain saw would have made life easier.

By the end we were both feeling the tightness and muscular soreness setting in especially when we stopped moving. We sat down in the annexe but we knew that if we stayed there for much longer we wouldn’t be able to get up so we decided to drive down to Boomi and have a go at the hot artesian spring pool which we had heard a lot about but hadn’t yet tried.

The kangaroos are out in almost plague proportions at the moment and even the drive to Boomi is a game of dodgems with the hundreds of quite large ones that seem to want nothing more than to jump out in front of moving vehicles.

We arrived at the steaming pool at Boomi and as we lowered ourselves into the hot mineral laden water we could feel the muscles in our bodies relaxing.

It was nothing short of glorious!

The lady supervising the pools turned on the spa for us and the hot bubbles seemed to just erase the soreness replacing it with a sense of calm and relaxation.

After 20 minutes lapping up this wonderful experience we could see why the little caravan park beside the pool at Boomi has a constant stream of visitors.

The pools are reputed to do wonders for arthritis sufferers.

After the few hours since driving home and changing, doing some programming work and writing the blog we have no signs of the muscular aches and pains that surely would have bothered us had it not been for the pool.