Burbs? What Burbs?

A big day today. Our ultimate non-burbs quest. A farm. A couple of hours ago the final settlement went through on a farming property we have bought in Margaret River in partnership with my brother and his wife. We are minor partners, but what the hell – we still have access to a farm. As Downsouth Realty describes, the farm is 120 acres ‘with 25 acres of bush and complimented by views of surrounding farms’. And it has a farm house. A FARM HOUSE!!! Arrrghhhhh!

The real estate blurbs don’t mention the two blind cows we have inherited. Blind Beauty is pictured around here somewhere.

Nor the ostrich. Yes. An ostrich. And the tractor. A TRACTOR!!! BurberKing is thrilled.

Its all very exciting for us. We are going down there this weekend to furnish.

Personally, I cannot wait for winter when I can set the massive granite fire place with a fire and then go walking around the paddocks and the bush in my wellington boots, only to return to the farmhouse to get warm. Leaving the muddies boots outside of course.

Please come and visit when you are in town.