Our next destination was a cattle stationu in the Northern Territory. With a father who had spent his life working in the beef industry, I was extremely fortunate to be put in touch with Col and Alison, the owners of Waterloo Station. Col had been a one time colleague of my old man, and had spent his working life dedicated to achieving his goal of owning a station in the Top End. Col and Alison kindly invited us to come and stay a few days on their half million acre patch of the NT.
I have no experience of working with beef cattle, other than our four head on our hundred acre block at home. It turns out that we had at least one thing in common with Waterloo.
We were greeted by fine looking Brahman cattle at the front gate
We pulled up at the homestead not sure what to expect. We eventually deduced which building was the homestead and went to knock on the door, when who should appear but my parents! I was completely taken aback. Col and Alison had suggested that my parents should come and visit Waterloo at the same time as we did. It was a complete and delightful ambush!
