5 Days later and fed up with the silence, Mike asked me, "So when are we going to start speaking again?" I said, "You know very well what you've done. I'm wounded because you yelled at me." I had dwelt on it so many times since last Sunday. Thirty years ago, Mike and I owned a 76 acre (30 hectare) rolling hills sheep property in the Adelaide Hills, South Australia. It was a beautiful place with two dams and stocked with around 100 Border Leicester ewes, which lambed every spring. When we bought the property it had no internal fencing, so Mike drew up a design for the various paddocks and we set about putting up the fences - putting out fires. One Sunday, the two of us worked all day … [Read more...]