Yet, Ann's dreams of making good in this journey remained undaunted. Ever the farmer's way, ever determined, she remained steadfast and unwavering. Although her challenges were vast, her willingness was ever greater, and she stuck at it. The generations that followed must have such immense pride. Men like Bob Berridge, following in her footsteps, some 50 years later, on the same farm. He carried the baton forward. He also dared to dream. As a teenager, Bob, in the 1910s, would clear scrub all day to create farmland, giving him just enough pasture for a few cows, which he would milk by hand when he could, in fact, catch them. To supplement his meagre income, he would ride his horse six or seven hours to supply salted meat to the shepherds miles away, often returning after midnight, his journey lit by the moon. 