I have to be honest, I let the turkeys around here do the composting and raid their huge nests from time to time to top dress the garden.

Good stuff going on there. Nothing is waste, well , I suppose (spent uranium is) A lot of mallee vegetation, looks like South Oz. Probably west side of the Eyre Peninsula. Who knows ? AW

They tell you where it was filmed in the credits.
Good little vid.

Absolutely never expected a show that covered both my hobby and my wife's hobby, gonna save the watch for home

Great stuff look forward to the next installment

lol that spoon full, not just just any old spoon full but a truthful spoon full so good .

Love episode 3! Tim and Anna, two absolute legends! Two of my favourite people. So stoked to suddenly catch up with that beautiful family just before heading os. And look you two, now movie stars! Hahaha I love it!

I was there when Anna rolled up, that first council meeting, I played a hand in it, so I’m gonna take some liberties and blabber again!

I had just been voted onto the Elliston Council, the first surfer to have ever done so, although many had tried. And in fact, the first person to break through and infiltrate the tight knit group of ‘local’ families, who did what they liked, ran the show, and who despised surfers. And outsiders, ‘rubbernecks’. I didn’t even want it, but a group of farmers, sick of bullshit and corruption approached me and begged me to apply, telling me that they knew that I would get voted in for sure. Because? Join the dots. I had a track record, so to speak.

I’ll never forget the look on the long time Hitchcock family, town clerk’s face when he had to welcome me to the council. And the sheer horror of the guy that I replaced! The unthinkable, the mighty inpenetreble Bascombes! ‘We have penetration!’ And I’ll never forget the speechless, the, that horrified grimace, once again, yes, yet again, reduced to deafening silence, as the crickets roared once again, and the yes, once again rescued and rehabbing mighty newy, a young ant, once again, ever so secretly, praying for my defeat, praying for some slight, any if only, just once, even semblence of some God only knows, befuddled and muddled idea of ‘victory’, helplessly slumped and grimaced. Slumping into my rescuing, big, strong, muscular, ‘victorious’(sic), but ever so welcoming, humble arms!

The night before that first meeting, several of the big gun councillors rang me, ‘to help me’. ‘Listen here, this will all be new, a bit much for ya, so best thing is just follow us, and when we put our vote in you just do the same. That way we will be finished by lunch, can go down the pub, and relax for the afternoon session.’ As was the standard procedure. Lunch paid for by the rate payers, followed by a well lubricated, afternoon session. I don’t drink for starters. And as the people who voted for me knew, I take anything that I undertake wholeheartedly. Passionately. So I had scoured and gleaned every bit of information about what it means to be a councillor. A ‘high distinction’ councillor if you like.

After the usual procedure, ‘a fucking rubberneck’s’ application is raised. ‘And a bloody woman, one of them bloody hippies, with bloody rings all over her!’

An application for a shed and bio toilet. And why didn’t I have a copy of it? ‘Fuck her don’t worry about, we don’t need her lot, them ‘ones’ here!’ Rejected. I scoured the application, she is a very intelligent, passionate, driven woman Anna, and she had done all her homework, dotted all the i’s and crossed all the t’s. ‘I can make one more phone call if you like, Hitchy, get me a line’.
‘You fuckin’, trouble makin’ cunt! Alright, alright, fucking approve it then!’

And so began my association with Anna. And so Tim. Surf explorers extraordinaire, among other epic things. I watched Anna pay her dues, dot all her i’s and t’s as she made her special relationship with blax. And Tim too. I’ve had deluxe surfs with those two, often just the three of us. And blax, and the sea life, and the cliffs and the desert. Nunga Country.

So, just like if we can just open our minds and give Indigenous Australians a voice, we can combine the best of both worlds, as Anna and Tim and their beautiful ‘family’ demonstrate so comprehensively in the videos.

Have a good one you guys! Ya movie stars! See ya on the track!