The School Groundsman. Part 01.
Stepping out onto the footpath in front of the cheap but not too nasty boarding house I had chosen to stay in, I strolled the now familiar route on my way to have breakfast at the cheap, but definitely not nasty, cafe I had discovered, to have some breakfast, one that opened at 6am which suited me nicely. I had barely walked a block and the sweat was beginning to bead on my forehead due to the humid monsoonal climate…..not that it bothered me too much, on the wrong side of 40 I had spent all my working life working on cattle properties across the northern parts of outback Australia….parts where a property under a thousand square miles in area was considered small….the property I had been on for the last couple of years being …