Detour to WA leads to Lock home

Where was I 10 years ago? I was just about to leave Liverpool, England with nothing but a backpack.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I would be where I am now.

Back then I was 24-years-old and working in my dream job as cabin crew. I was a typical city girl.

I loved to travel so I was always planning my next trip away. Of course, Australia was top of my list so I took some leave from work and packed my backpack.

When I arrived in Sydney it was raining and cold and my first thought was “wasn’t it supposed to be sunny all the time like we see on Home and Away?”

I did the backpackers right of passage up the east coast drinking plenty of cask wine on the way. Then I flew on to New Zealand for a few months.

I finally flew back into Perth for my last month before going back home. While I was there, I decided I would give up my job flying and stay.

I had fallen in love with Australia, the country, the people and the culture.

I found myself a job as a barmaid in a small country town four hours south of Perth called Cranbrook. This was my first experience of regional Australia.

It was so small compared to my Liverpool home. I found the country people to be so friendly and welcoming.

It was while working in the pub that I first met a gang of sheep shearers.

I had never even seen a sheep being shorn. I was amazed by their stories of the shearing sheds and all the fun they had travelling around.

To me it sounded like the perfect job travelling around while working and seeing places no tourist would go.

I decided I wanted to give it a go so the local contractor gave me a job as a roustabout.

I can still remember my first day out at the shed. I was so unprepared for how hard it was going to be.

I ran around like a headless chicken I did not have a clue what I was doing. The shearers could see I was in over my head and asked me to go find the pizzle guard.

I had to go ask the farmer where this mysterious item was while the whole team laughed. I fell for every trick in the book during the first few months.

As hard as the job was, I stuck it out and started enjoying the shearing life. It was so different from anything I had experienced back home.

I went over to New South Wales to follow the work and ended up in another small town called Moulamein where I met Mick Scott, my Dundee.

We fell in love over a sheep fleece. He taught me how to shear a sheep and I taught him how to talk scouse.

We had great fun travelling around. We followed the work overseas to New Zealand, Germany and back to my home country, England.

We arrived on the Eyre Peninsula in 2012 taking a detour on a road trip from NSW to Western Australia.

We never made it to WA as we found work here and really loved the EP. 

A few years later I had my first boy Archie and we finally made a permanent move here to Lock. Since then we have added another little boy, Billy, to our family.

We have our own shearing business, Scott Shearing, which provides shearing and crutching all around the EP.