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It’s been more than 40 years since Ingrid Hatton first cast eyes on Dareen, a homestead 54 kilometres along a mostly dirt road from Eidsvold, in the north Burnett region of central Queensland. She was a city teenager dating country boy Paul, and he’d brought her home to the family property for the first time. “It was really run down, but I always felt I belonged,” Ingrid recalls. “It sounds stupid, but when I came here, I immediately felt like I was home.”
Their story began further south on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast. “I met her father first,” Paul says. “I was mackerel fishing and I came into the wharf there at Mooloolaba, and Ingrid’s dad was a mad fisherman. I met his family afterwards at the beach. I had this poodle that used to chase all