Diary of a Farmers Husband

Rob is married to Chris and Pam's eldest daughter Jessica and they have 3 children, Amelie, Zach and Anna. Rob knew that when he married Jessica he would be third in order of importance behind the kids and the farm at certain times of the year! He decided he would write a blog to describe his experiences as a city boy who has married a country girl farmer.


November 8, 2019

Kimberley Dreaming

I have often heard the term “life changing” used in a way that to me seems over the top. Becoming a parent or getting married are […]
June 20, 2019

A realisation and a requiem….

It wasn’t until my first drive to the airport from Topwell that it completely sunk in I was living on a farm. Initially this feeling bothered […]
April 27, 2019

The YOC

Over the years I have quite rightly been criticised for my chronic overuse of acronyms. Working in an industry where is it common place for conversations […]
December 14, 2018

I’m cheating with Virgin…

  default default It was while sitting on a very comfortable bar stool sipping a gin and tonic that I was struck by the realization  I […]
August 31, 2018

It’s a “two-way” street or possibly even an unsealed road…

Being somewhat proud of my Fuggle (non-farming folk) heritage I now tend to embrace what I don’t know about farming as an opportunity to learn and […]
June 6, 2018

“The sow must go on!”

It has been an embarrassingly long time since my last blog, so long in fact that I can’t even remember what parts of the annual farming […]
October 5, 2017

Coming a cropper….

As I pen this blog (although I suppose it is more accurate to say I am typing this blog) I find myself in a more reflective […]
August 18, 2017

It’s all part and parcel or perhaps even a parcel of parts…

There is a small business within the light industrial area of Gero called Statewide Bearings that will always hold a special place in my heart. While […]
June 8, 2017

Seeding sojourn ’17

I first heard the term ‘cricketing widow’ while fielding at second slip (not my preferred or best position) one warm summer’s afternoon at a very well […]