One afternoon I took him to a dump near my farm. I've never seen so much froth from anyone, anywhere, about anything. Every time Addy turned his head or walked round a corner, I would hear an excited squeal coming from his direction. We came back with a lot of nick-nacks, even after I had to tell him to put some of them back. A couple of classics were the old plastic jerry can repurposed into a carry-all, and some old steel tubing and plastic bottles crafted into spinners to scare the roos and birds. Addy walked around the dump seeing potential everywhere.
Addy was also on my case to sort out some irrigation. I had to cut three different lines of poly pipe and I’d start searching the car for the tools to do it, which was a total mess. I was rushing and worried that we didn’t have enough time, but I stopped for a day to get all my tools in order. It's something my dad has been trying to teach me. Sometimes you have to lose a day to gain a week in the long run. For me, who always wants things done yesterday, it’s hard to stop moving ahead but I'm learning that slowing down and keeping things in order is a better way to work.
The other thing I learned is that Addy is pretty much always right. He’s a wealth of knowledge on all sorts of things. After cutting my finger badly one night while rushing to get dinner ready, Addy recommended I use his Critter Kleen cream to put on the wound. Back on Flinders he’d made the concoction himself out of all-natural ingredients to use on his pet wombats, which had bad cases of the mange. Nothing else had worked but the cream cured them straight away, and it turns out it heals pretty much everything, including my finger.
Addy's other passion is soil. Another product he’s formulated for the soil is made from blood and bone, humic acid, fulvic acid, microbial inoculants and fish emulsion. Addy called it “Ignition” and he’d rave about it. He also wanted to teach me how to brew my own “tea”. I bought an aerator, we grabbed an old IBC (thousand-litre container), cut the top off and got brewing. This was fun. The tea ingredients were two cups of Ignition, seaweed, compost, a bucket of worm juice, a litre of tuna emulsion and a litre of molasses all mixed in with water. It smelled sweet and I almost wanted to taste it.
He then spotted an old trailer I used when I first bought my property and decided it would be good to sit the brew on. It had been my stone-carting trailer given to me for nothing by a mate, but it was severely rusted and I wouldn’t take it out on the road anymore. It was just sitting there. But Addy sees gold where even I see trash (I pride myself on reusing people’s rubbish) and after half a day of fitting poly pipe and a water pump we had a brew trailer in action, ready to spray.