I met a man the other day. It was ever so fleeting. He told his story. I listened.
I will call him John, he looked like a John.
John is 75 years old. Forty of those years were spent shearing sheep across north west NSW. From Walgett to Walcha, from the Queensland border to the hills sweeping the Liverpool Plains. He had spent time in most of the shearing sheds in the district. Read More