Changing Channels
Tricia Stringer
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Synopsis
Ever had that romantic thought that life on the farm is carefree sunny days and starlit balmy nights surrounded by waving green pastures and
delightful animals?
Self-reliant Sydney girl, Paula, is looking for a sea change when she marries South Australian farmer, Dan Woodcroft. She thinks life will be different but she hasn't
bargained for just how different.
While Dan spends long hours on the tractor, Paula faces a mouse invasion, cooking fiascos, the formidable Aunt Rowena and the interfering two way radio.
Then there's the secret. Dan has something in his past, which he desperately tries to keep from Paula, and this, together with a series of startling events proves the old
adage that life on the land is never predictable.
Changing Channels is a warm and sometimes funny novel about love, communication and the invisible network of threads that are woven through rural communities.
About The Author
Tricia Stringer grew up in South Australia on her family's Eyre Peninsula farm before moving to Adelaide for secondary and tertiary education.
Since then she has married, raised three children and continued to live in rural South Australia.
She has worked as a teacher/librarian/information technology coordinator for many years and has also run a Post Office and bookshop with her husband. She enjoys travelling to
diverse areas of Australia, bush camping and sipping the odd glass of wine when she's not tangling with computers, reading a good book or walking on the beach hatching her
next story.
Tricia has been writing for children for several years. Changing Channels is her first adult novel.
Visit Tricia's Official Web Site.
From The Book
"Aggh!" Paula screeched to the empty room. "A mouse."
Self consciously, she looked around. There was no one to hear her. Dan would be a long way off, on a tractor, and goodness knows when she would see him next.
She looked at her case. No more fluff balls. Paula told herself she wasn't actually scared of the mouse, after all, it was only one small creature, but she didn't like the
idea of it climbing over her things.
She got off the bed, dragging the quilt with her and reached for her case. She took a firm grip on the handle, snatched it up, swung around and flung it on to the bed. At the
same time a small, grey, fluff ball whizzed across the sheets. The case landed, smack, right on top.
Paula's hand flew to her mouth and she shuddered. Now there would be squashed mouse all over the lovely new sheets. She stood in the cold room, still draped in the quilt and
looked at the case.
Welcome to life down on the farm, Mrs Woodcroft, she said to herself.
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