The long day is over...

...over for me and for those in these sheepyards....

There's something quite restful about a farm in the evening. The hustle and bustle of the day has ended, stock are back in the paddocks and tea is being served for those that work so tirelessly on the land. Their hard yakka puts my driving a desk and all the politics (and bollocks) that go with it into perspective.

So my blip tonight is dedicated to those that work the land and grow our food. Without you, our lives would be infinitely more different.

Good on yer mate, as they say down south...