Reader Anne found that the article about shearing brought back memories for her:
“I was working for a local shearing and mulesing team in 1983. We became a ‘scab’ team as we continued to service the local properties affected by the strike. At one property we cleared out the back way when we got warning of an irate union team coming in the front.
“I was 26, single and full of enthusiasm. Thinking about that time makes me a bit wistful. I was slim and fit, I could carry two 25kg bags of fertiliser (one on each shoulder) and skip, climb and jump. I swept the board, threw fleeces and pressed the bales in between pushing up the sheep from back pens to keep the pulling out pens full. I [was also] driving tractors, headers & trucks, marking lambs, fixing irrigation banks and droving stock as well as acting as shearer’s cook, making the teas and lunches for the shearers & sometimes had to kill & hang a sheep for the evening meals.”
I reckon the blokes would have been impressed!