Since coming to Home Hill and Burdekin over a fortnight ago, I’ve been made to feel welcome wherever I’ve gone. Being a regional boy myself, albeit from down south (don’t hold that against me), it doesn’t really surprise me.
You see for a lad that’s travelled the globe, seen 60 countries, over six continents, living in 8 major cities around the world, I’ve always been drawn to smaller towns and places. It’s there that you really get to see a country.
Bright lights and the hustle and bustle of a city have their place, but they’re not the real heartbeat of a country. Maybe it’s that my grandparents were farmers years ago, maintaining contact with their friends and neighbours years on. Or maybe it’s that despite being a stranger, the hospitality in small towns will always make you feel welcome.
In my almost three weeks here, that’s exactly what’s happened. I’ve already met quite a few of you covering events, activities, or just shooting the breeze. I’ve had complete strangers entrust me with their stories or in one instance, their bag, so they could go shopping at the local IGA while I sat on the bench outside.
It’s that kind of trust you just don’t get in bigger towns or cities.
Recently at the Burdekin Race Club to help mark their centenary, I was allowed on the home straight to take a photo without hesitation. They asked me to stay for the day, and if not for my wife and son being in town for the weekend, I would have. You see, the racetrack reminded me exactly of where I grew up. It’s probably why I stayed for the first race, plonked on a bet, and duly won! They’re the kind of signs you’re in the right place.
So continue to introduce yourselves, and let’s keep exchanging stories. Giddy up!