It was one of those moments, Scott just put down the phone to a tour bus operator. He walked outside looking over towards his farming land and scratched his head with frustration. Casually he patted his new Kelpie, Ted, on the head and asked “What the hell are we going to show these tourists boy?”
Usually the buses came later in the year and the tourists enjoyed the views of fresh crops sprouting from the ground and Scott could discuss the techniques of farming and show off his wealth of knowledge to the eager tourists. This was not to plan this time as the crops had not even been planted and to look at an empty field was not exactly riveting viewing. “No boy” he said to Ted “I have got no idea what we can show these people, I mean look at this place.”
They cast their eyes around the farm and the fresh green shoot from the early spring rains was now shrivelled and brown from the early morning frosts of the past few days. “Can’t win a bloody trick at the moment Ted.” Scott said as he donned his infamous terry towelling ‘bucket hat’.