Having had a stand at Mudgee Field Day last week, and seeing friends and family, I wonder how long before the call of the country will convince me to trade my city feet for those of large open windows, white wooden floorboards and light airy spaces. Is is possible that the perfect dwelling could exist amongst rolling hills, where a chestnut mare calls for a ride at sunset and friends gather for dinner in amongst the rambling garden. Stumbling upon Atlanta Barlett’s I am reminded that life calls us in all directions….