As the months of 2016 whizz past I look back and see that Pauly and I haven’t done many runs just the two of us. Pauly prefers to run away from the farm with our running friends. If we aren’t heading off to run it means he doesn’t have time due to farm work, so I run on my own.
Today was different. Pauly and I got up early and off we went to get our scheduled run done. There was work to do on the farm before a lunch date, but there was time for the old Farmer to come out and run with his wife.
As we got to the top of the 1.2km farm driveway I could tell he was struggling. I love running on the farm… except that it reminds Pauly of all the things that aren’t going well with this farming life. The pastures are damaged from the floods and the heavy rain. There are things to be done but thanks to the drop in the milk price and the uncertain times, we are unable to do anything about many things. We have to sit and wait and make do. Farmers have to leave the farm to get a break. Just looking out the window they see work to be done.
I could tell he was ready to stop. My sub-four hour marathoner husband was struggling at running 1km. The weight of his worries pressing down upon him with each running step.
Let’s go left I said. Let’s run somewhere different. He gave me a sideways look as only my husband can do and followed me as we ran away from the farm.
Montana Road may look like a quiet country road but the traffic that uses it thunders by. Large farm machinery. Milk tankers and trucks. Tired farm workers commuting from town to farm with their foot flat to the floor. And of course in some sections tourists who don’t seem to understand the dangers of country roads; they go around blind corners smack bang in the middle rather than keeping to their side of the road.
Recently the plantation forests on Montana Road were harvested and now the land is being slowly transformed into pasture. The end result is that the once heavily wooded area that had low visibility for drivers has been opened up. It’s safe to run on.
We went left and headed as if we were going into Deloraine. We arrived at The Bridges and headed into what we call The Bush. This is windy and narrow and oh so pretty but not suitable for running. We hadn’t seen one vehicle so decided it would be safe. And it was.
The run restored the weary Farmer’s soul. With each foot fall away from the farm he brightened. We drive along this road frequently but in running shoes it was different. We were able to take in the many little dams along the way that were once hidden by plantation trees. We saw the horse track that runs through the Meander Valley for miles and miles just down from the road – I’d never seen that before. We heard the rush of Montana Falls. The whip birds were calling. The streams bubbling. The scents from the gum trees and recently sawn logs were fresh and invigorating. It was cool and overcast. Perfect running conditions. We stopped and looked and chatted and took a few happy snaps. We ran as fast or as slow as we wanted.
Running somewhere new was just what we both needed; to see the land around us from a new perspective. With some recent reading about the pioneers of the Meander Valley I have a new respect and love for this place I call home. This farming life may see changes ahead for us, but right now I can count my blessings and be grateful to live in a place of serenity and beauty. There is no better way to take it in and enjoy it than in running shoes.
Here are a few happy snaps.
Happy running 🙂
Run done and morning farm jobs completed, time to go out for lunch. Blondie Daughter #1 is home from Melbourne for the weekend. We met Mum and Dad at the Tasmanian Food and Wine Conservatory. It was so good! Brown-eyed Daughter #1 and H gave us a voucher as a thankyou gift for helping with the Wedding back in November. We finally were able to enjoy it.