It is the tail end of a Boxing Day Wednesday and I have just put Perry to bed.  We are having a little holiday at Bushies, fourty acres of land a couple of kilometres outside of Rushworth, Victoria.  On these long Summer days, the light changes again and again, and appears golden at some times, rosy at others.  The long blond grass waves gently and flattens with the breeze.  Framed through the large lounge room windows at the front of the house, the sunset presents a different spectacle each evening.  My maternal Great Great Great Grandparents settled and cleared this land in the 1850’s, and though they had many children, the land has passed in a direct line to my immediate family. When I…