A bit later than billed comes today’s Working Wednesdays – been dying in bed with a fever so haven’t had the energy to type anything in the last 24 hours. What does harvesting echinacea mean?? Well actually it just an elaborate way of saying “echinacea cleaning”, or “echinacea purifying” basically. The process that goes from Read more about Working Wednesdays: Harvesting Echinacea in Forth, Tasmania, Australia[…]
If you’re reading this and you’ve heard of Moriarty, it’s probably because you’ve been there. If you haven’t been there, I can’t think of any reason why you’d have heard of Moriarty. It sounds like an artistic graveyard. It was for the remains of thousands of broccoli plants that Read more about Working Wednesdays: Broccoli Harvesting in Moriarty, Australia[…]
Ah the joys of farming and the obscurity of place names. A phone call one night from my boss Hayley went something like this “Jonny, can you be at Squeaking Point for 7 am tomorrow to cut cauliflower?”. Of course my answer was “Yes” but I was also hazarding a “where the hell is Read more about Working Wednesdays: Cauliflower Harvesting at Squeaking Point, Tasmania, Australia[…]
While living in Tasmania I ended up staying for a while at Tasman Backpackers in Devonport – basically a live in, working hostel for travellers and workers on the nearby farms. Once a month we did a communal food night which meant that over 50 people that lived in the massive complex (a former Read more about Friday’s Featured Food: Wallaby Bolognaise in Tasmania, Australia[…]
Every Wednesday I bring you a random working Wednesday from my travels. This one ranks as probably the most bizarre job I’ve had to date. Considering the fact that I didn’t even know what on earth pyrethrum was when I started the job makes it even funnier. And unless all of you reading are liars Read more about Working Wednesdays: Planting Pyrethrum[…]
With travelling comes strange and amusing stories. This one, though slightly disgusting just highlights the amusement you can look back on, and in this case laugh at myself a couple of years down the line. Did I really shit myself in a broccoli field? Yes! I ended up doing extensive broccoli farming for about 3 Read more about The Day I…Did A Shit In A Broccoli Field!![…]
Raindrops on my window and dawn breaking meant it was almost morning in Forth, northern Tasmania. I had slept in my car opposite the town’s main pub, ready for a day’s work just south of the town Forth, actually more of a rural village. I would be working with the locals and with the Read more about Working Wednesdays: Cauliflower Harvesting at Langmaid Farm, Forth, Tasmania, Australia[…]
Writing about my many jobs in Tasmania a few years on is an odd thing, but caught up in the madness and busy lifestyle that I lead, I have a few final stories from Tasmania, where I spent five amazing months back in early 2010 while on a Working Holiday Visa in Australia. Yet Read more about Cauliflower Harvest: Port Sorell, Tasmania, Australia[…]