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ABOUT “CAMDEN PARK”
Many years ago drovers, a group of blokes who were hired to drive herds of cattle down from the top of Queensland to the sale markets in South Australia, would travel along the winery’s border fence part of their journey. Unfortunately these blokes have long since ceased to exist in this capacity as today the cattle are simply trucked to the markets in huge road trains, some with as many as three trailers. The drovers have become forgotten men from a time that has given way to progress.
My uncle used to tell this story:
‘As a teenager one of my greatest joys was to ride with the herd for the three to four days it took the drovers to round Camden Park and then head on to their destination. I would ride with the drovers during the day and camp out overnight for the few days I would spend with them. Around the campfire they would sip my father’s wine and tell me about cattle and the places they see on their journeys. They taught me that cows have a secret mental life in which they bear grudges, nurture friendships, and become excited over intellectual challenges. But they do not drink wine – yet.’