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Write about your dream home.

I grew up in a country area in the state of New South Wales in Australia, and I lived there until I was 21.

I visited Sydney, the capital city of New South Wales, a few times for work but couldn’t wait to get back home to the green hills and the cluster of  trees where birds  nested and flew about. Where the cattle grazed in the fields and the wallabies  nibbled on the grass nearby

Yes this was the only.place to feel alive ..to be content.

The small flowing streams made their way through the edge of the pasture, that, in times of flooding rains, overflowed across the paddocks before joining the rush of the Richmond River that had its headwaters up in the  Macpherson ranges on the border of Queensland and New South Wales.

The river flowed through our farmland and greeted the Pacific Ocean 245 miles downstream and away in Ballina.

From our back-door each day we saw the sun rise over the mountainous feature known as The Helmet or Hermits Peak and the undulating hills sloping down the valley  where cattle grazed in the fields.

Our house sat on a small hill, it  was a simple wooden structure with a closed in verandah running three-quarters away around the outside. There was always a gentle breeze blowing through the house in summer, and during wintertime, we appreciated the warmth from the wood stove in the kitchen.

As a child,  I probably yearned for more modern conveniences than we had, but after living 40-plus years in the city – close enough to hear the neighbours’ television or their toilet flush, to hear the children fighting next door or the roar of the motorcars up and down the street…I yearned for the solitude of country life.

Yes, my dream home would be one like where I lived in the country.