Quest For Paradise continued....
Whitsunday Islands Travel Blog› entry 22 of 52 › view all entries
Iâ€™d arranged a 3 night stay in an authentic working Aussie farm.
The farmer met me from my greyhound bus, and with big smiles I jumped into his
My first words;
â€˜So... I read that you and your wife run the farm stay together....Iâ€™m looking forward to meeting her tooâ€™
â€˜Actually my wife left me last week after 35 years of marriageâ€™
Oh bloody hell! Could I have possibly put my foot any further in my mouth.
â€˜Iâ€™m very sorryâ€™
And so it unfolded: 3 days of post-marriage counseling, where I nodded & made agreeing noises as the dear farmer swung between despair, defiance & confusion.
The emotional turmoil was punctuated by 3 nice horse rides, during which I broke with years of BHA (British Horse Association) training and sat in the saddle with my legs jammed forwards and one hand casually grabbing the reins in a loose fist.
The local terrain was a fearful joy: Jagged hills & valley where tall silver trees and spiky green foliage played host to expansive glistening webs. Big boisterous spiders lurked ominously, licking their thin lips in anticipation of sinking hungry fangs into unsuspecting tourist horse-riders.....
Despite the murderous wildlife and suicidal company, I did manage to enjoy the farm-stay, not least simply being near horses again. So as I left it was with mixed emotions; Sorrow (for Mr Farmer) and Relief (to be alone & unbridled again)