My Nanna (bless her dear departed soul), used to tell people I live in the middle of a paddock - not even on a road!
Which is half true. It also means I can be starved for creative companionship. I can only talk tractors, cows and balance sheets with the fellas around here for so long before my eyeballs glaze over. I'd love to hear from you!
You can email, using the contact box below.
Or, you can send your carrier pigeon, or bust out a smoke signal.