Living on Tarlton Time

As I sit and write this post. I hear silence. There is no one about. The shed is away from the homestead so I cannot even hear the hum of the generator. The only sound I can here is the howling of the wind. Actually I lie. If I listen carefully I can hear the clock on the wall ticking steadily. Although if you asked, I wouldn’t know what time it is. In fact I don’t know what day it is. We are in the middle of nowhere, removed from reality. Time flies by, thanks to full & busy days. Days pour into weeks and weeks flow into months. Life goes on. Soon we will be moving on from Tarlton back to Tobermorey and Tarlton time will be gone for another year. Or will it?

Tobermorey is just as remote. However the constant flow of tourists brings reality a whole lot closer to our doorstep. We will again be removing ourselves from reality when we head south down in the desert at the bottom end of Tobermorey. The mustering crew will be basing themselves here for a couple of weeks or more to finish up the 2012 season. It is hard to believe the season is coming to an end. Time really has flown by. So much has changed

in so little time. This is the story of life. Who would have thought a few months ago we would be where we are now. A hell of a lot closer to finding home.