While it is true that rugby was the catalyst for this trip to Australia and New Zealand, a tourist cannot live on rugby alone...well, at least a rugby tourist's wife would not be happy if we lived just on rugby alone on this trip.
We went back to my Aunt Kay's place in Myrtleford. She has a friend named Judy nearby who needed a hand sorting out sheep at here place near Milawa. Now for me, some of the earliest documentary films I remember about Australia were documentaries showing the big sheep stations in the outback, where burly guys would sheer sheep in outrageously hot conditions.
Of all of the things I had thought I was going to do on this trip, herding sheep was one thing that I had not thought I was going to do, but we had a good time. I will say that I have a lot of respect for people who do this sort of thing on a regular basis.
Let the sheep jokes begin.