Well over five years ago, we finally became tired of city life and started a search for a place in the country, to get away from the Rat Race. Our once ‘rural’ suburb, was now a boiling and roiling sea of humanity, and it was just getting worse every year. We started to look at all the possible options and constantly kept a lookout for opportunities in rural townships. Then, two and a half years ago, we found a small country town that was only an hour and a half from Melbourne (but seemed like a world away), was close to family and had relatively easy access to major services and facilities. It was time to say ‘Goodbye, City Life’ and hello Mirboo North, so green acres here we are; well, it isn’t quite Greenacres and the locals are a tad more sophisticated than those you’d find in Hooterville.
As a bit of a foodie, I always like to use fresh produce whenever I can and try to buy good products, while still aiming for value for money. Unfortunately, Australia is now said to be one of the most expensive places in the world for food products, which doesn’t surprise me at all. One reason for that I believe is due to our supermarkets, especially the big two, Coles and Woolworths, with their virtual duopoly, who have managed to create a shopping environment where you can be guaranteed of generally the worst and most expensive fresh produce imaginable. Sometimes I swear that their vegetables come from the last decade, freshly dug up from the Antarctic, considering how quickly they spoil within days of purchase.
…and other brain dead inhabitants of Australia. One of the things that infuriates me more than anything else is the rubbish that bush pigs leave at campsites because they are too lazy to burn what’s burnable and bring back home what is not. Whenever and wherever we go bush camping, we always leave the campsites usually in better condition than when we arrived, certainly never in worse condition. However, that isn’t the case when it comes to many campers, who lack any common decency or sensibility.