I’m a pretty game individual, I mean, I’ve drunk milk two days after the expiry date, I’ve gone swimming only 15 minutes after eating and I’ve even agreed to the Telstra terms and conditions without listening to the whole diatribe. We can all agree, I live life on the edge.
However, using the phrase ‘happy as a pig in shit’ when starting my third women in transport story could be risky if anyone misconstrued the intent. Before anyone makes any assumptions or complains about my choice of description, let me explain exactly why this phrase is extremely fitting for this story.
Firstly, when I caught up with Kelsie McDonald, the subject of this article, near Tailem Bend in South Australia, she was busy loading her Kenworth T904 with a full buffet breakfast-worth of pigs. They seemed pretty happy to me.
Secondly, listening to McDonald from the passenger seat of her 909, she was ‘happy as a pig in shit’ to share with me her journey from animal-loving country girl to jillaroo, to farrier, to triple road train driver and, now, a happy wife and mum of three who happens to cart pigs around South Australia.
My first question was to ask her why she’d agreed to do this story with me. It was her husband, Kane, that put her name forward, but we all know that the wife has the final say and could
