In the distance, over the dry grass shellacked by this dawn in March, a woman is calling the cows to milking and they are complaining in their guttural voices that always sound to me, as though they are in mourning.
But last night was no wake. Last night was proof that if you bring Australians together, courageous ones who want to talk and celebrate freedom, then you have all the ingredients you need to create a little Epic, and by uniting, breed hope.
Late in the night I recorded Sally’s story. A farmer, ex nurse and former gold medal athlete who now walks with the aid of a walking frame and came last night to tell her story, in the hope that it will encourage others to speak up. That will be posted in the next few days.
I heard about the closure of the local SES depot, due to the mandates, and how, if you had a car accident here now, the closest SES depot will be an hour away.
All for our health.
In the firelight I met farmers who are setting up a sanctuary for the new homeless, the economically besieged unvaccinated who refuse to cave, but are almost out of funds.
And we laughed, and when the music started playing, and it was mostly music from a pre covid Australia, we sang.
One woman, came up and told me that she had never been to a protest, or a gathering like this, but she’d been yearning to do something for the hypocrisy was crushing her. Then she heard about us, and came.
Epic wasn’t Epic because of a park. It was Epic because the people who came, from all over the Country, to defend freedom, to try claw it back from the relentless overreach of the government, inadvertently redefined and distilled the Australian Spirit. They also showed the world that they had the strength, the love and determination to fight for it.
There were children playing between us last night. There little bats fluttering overhead as they chased the moths, and the moon was a gypsy swimming through thick clouds that have since passed. Now, in tune with the dawn, the magpies choir are singing their warbling songs as we, The Deplorables, pack up and prepare for the new day on the road and the next get together, which will be in Portland.
In a community pounded by fear into compliance, in can be easy to feel alone, and that isolation can wear down your soul. But you are not alone and we can now prove it.
We will be in Portland for two nights and then Horseham. If you are feeling like your hope tanks need refilling, why not join us.
You can follow us here, on this page and this map. The Deplorables Epic Tour
Scotland: our hearts are with you, "we few, we happy few, we band of brothers" a nod to the Bard
Beautifully written, Michael ❤