Surviving in the suburbs on the pension.
I have raised this issue with Bob and a few others at different times down at the local. Being on the pension is a tough call if that is all you got.
“I reckon you gotta be able to grow something yourself,” Bob said. “Not like you can get a killer for a carton and skin it in the back shed like we did back in the good old days. Or have your own chooks and get a rabbit or two now and then.” He complained. “Save a few quid if there was a way pensioners could get vegies or something that was easy.”
“I heard of a bloke in Gero who is doing something like that, “I said.
“Well, why don’t you go and ask him?” Bob answered.
And so I did.
Wilf hailed from Cockatoo Island in the North, been a crocodile hunter, baker, haul pack driver and a few other things in his career. Now in retirement in Chapman Valley Road, he is growing vegetables, herbs and all good stuff to the extent he and Rose are self sufficient and also supply friends and family with much needed clean, untainted produce.