12 | P a g e Our Farm Our orchard at Mt White, nestled in a small valley some 200 metres above sea level, right at the base of Mt White itself. Mangrove Creek, a tributary of the Hawkesbury River, could be seen from the top of the property meandering through the valley far below. At the time of selling we had in some 4500 citrus trees comprising Navel and Valencia oranges, and Eureka lemons ranging in age from 3 years to 20 years. As well, each year, we would have as many as 15,000 trellised tomatoes from which we made our living while expanding and developing the orchard. The house and sheds were set in the middle of the property with the trees spreading out around, giving the appearance of being in an amphitheatre. Mt White, towering some 100 metres above us, was a relatively easy climb to about the half way mark, where the views over the valley and up Mangrove Creek were outstanding. During the winter months you could look for miles up valleys that gave the appearance of being rivers of snow. At times you could hear the bells peeling out from a small village lost somewhere in this river of low cloud. A feeling of peace and majesty pervading all . . . a feeling never felt in the brick and tile jungle of the cities. This is something I missed greatly when having to leave this oasis of beauty.