My paradise

The feel. The smell. The sight. This is my paradise. The roar of the motor bike tingles my ears and the bark from the dogs makes me jump. With nanna calling I swing onto the motor bike. And we rumble down the hill rounding up the sheep as we go. Finally, after they tumble through the rusty yard gate and collapse in a heap. With nanna sorting the wool, Poppa sheering,  and me doing the rousing, the day of work has finally come to an end. Now it is time for a biscuit and a cup of tea. Yummy!