I love the Easter break – today is Good Friday, a day at home, no appointments, just taking the day as it comes. Pauly has work to do on the farm but even he is taking it easy. The rain bucketed down from early morning but all of a sudden around 11am there was a lull in the rain. Time to get out my bike! It’s going to be muddy and wet.
Where am I riding? I’m riding on the farm today. Bike riding is something I haven’t done a lot of in my adult years. Today is wet and being a public holiday there is the potential for a bit more traffic on the roads. I’m sticking to the farm. Our farm is in a district called Montana (we pronounce is Mon-tar-na with a long ar sound in the middle, not the American way with a short a in the middle). Montana is quiet, so off-the-beaten-track that most Tasmanians haven’t heard of it. Pauly’s farm is called Ruell Downs. Ruell means Ruling Wolf and Downs is a term for a farm. The farm was named a long time ago – way before Paul took it over. We believe it was called Ruell Downs because it had the now extinct Thylacine (or Tasmanian Tiger as it is known) on the property.
I love the ancientness of this land. White people may only have been here for a little while (just over 200 years), but the land itself is old and for Paul and I it is a privilege to have a turn at calling it home, working the land while caring for it so that others into the future can also have a turn at calling it home. We don’t discount the fact that before white people came the Tasmanian Aboriginal people called this place home and in our white history have been so many terrible things happen to them. I am truly sorry about this and if I could re-write history I would. In honour to those who have lived here before, Pauly and I do the best job that we can do to respect the land and the native animals that live here happily with us and the cows.
There are plenty of roads to ride around on the farm. All up I did just under 10kms today. I’ll do another set of roads another time. (Sorry about the fuzziness of the photos, not sure what was happening with that).
Jack, one of the resident bulls.
One thing having a sore foot has taught me is to be adaptable with exercise. There is always something to get those exercise endorphins happening that keep a positive attitude and fitness levels high. I would rather get muddy than ride on a spin bike in the gym. I guess I’m just an outside kind of person. The foot is so much better today, fingers crossed that it holds up for the planned run tomorrow.
Happy Easter everyone.
Happy running 🙂