Doesn't every woman fancy a weekend watching elite athletes? Of course they do. What better then to be a spectator at the Golden Shears - New Zealand's National Sheep Shearing Competition. We had a fabulous time. There was sensory overload - lithe, sweaty men in singlets, moccasins and a furry foot between their cheeks. Not to mention the olfactory treats. I never imagined I get excited about wool sorting but I found myself obsessing about who was going to win the rousing final.
Beyond the shearing we went to a free range chicken farm...
Meet Sally's cousin and his terrific family...
Plus we stayed in the most unique accommodation - sheep shearing wagons!
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