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Thursday, March 31, 2011
A Welcome to Cameron in London
Two weeks in London chilling with baby Cameron Mir Allden Lloyd, daughter of Naseam Mir and my son, Gareth Allden Lloyd. I had a wonderful stay, was very spoilt, walked with the dogs every day and really enjoyed getting to know my new family. Naz is a brilliant mum and I can see Cameron and Gareth are lucky guys!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Between Crutches and Cameron's arrival
It's 5+ weeks since my fall in Newlands forest and my ankle is well on its way to recovery. Back on the mountain trails in three weeks hopefully.
The Stanford quarter is almost over. Classes finish this week and next week is final exams, farewell dinner and flights back home for the students.
Tim will also go home over the break - to visit his parents, attend a meeting, check in at Stanford and spend a night in familiar Inverness, in that order. So we're almost at the half way mark for this half year.
Days are filled with reading papers for classes, too many hours at the computer, and work of the domestic sort. We do manage to slip in a few memorable moments like eating good food, drinking yummy wines and socialising with fun friends.
And seeing Nan and Daniel and my two Cape Town grandchildren. Not enough of them, but at least they're not too far away. N&D have sold their house and are looking for a replacement in a bigger village, closer to the sea, shops and schools, and also closer to Kommetjie Waldorf school where they both teach.
For the past two weeks, in the Genocide class, we studied Rwanda. Tim and I watched 2 Documentaries and 4 feature films on the Rwandan genocide after which I was a bit of a wreck for a few days. Such brutality is hard to imagine so to see it enacted on screen is shocking. And to watch the denial of the West was pretty appalling.
To take my mind off Rwanda I read The Heart of the Hunter, a thriller by Deon Meyer - his books seem to get better and better and it is such a pleasure to read about events taking place in and around familiar addresses. But I had to wonder about my shift from genocide to crime and murder - is there some deeply embedded need to dwell on the dark side in us humans?
The Stanford quarter is almost over. Classes finish this week and next week is final exams, farewell dinner and flights back home for the students.
Tim will also go home over the break - to visit his parents, attend a meeting, check in at Stanford and spend a night in familiar Inverness, in that order. So we're almost at the half way mark for this half year.
Days are filled with reading papers for classes, too many hours at the computer, and work of the domestic sort. We do manage to slip in a few memorable moments like eating good food, drinking yummy wines and socialising with fun friends.
And seeing Nan and Daniel and my two Cape Town grandchildren. Not enough of them, but at least they're not too far away. N&D have sold their house and are looking for a replacement in a bigger village, closer to the sea, shops and schools, and also closer to Kommetjie Waldorf school where they both teach.
For the past two weeks, in the Genocide class, we studied Rwanda. Tim and I watched 2 Documentaries and 4 feature films on the Rwandan genocide after which I was a bit of a wreck for a few days. Such brutality is hard to imagine so to see it enacted on screen is shocking. And to watch the denial of the West was pretty appalling.
To take my mind off Rwanda I read The Heart of the Hunter, a thriller by Deon Meyer - his books seem to get better and better and it is such a pleasure to read about events taking place in and around familiar addresses. But I had to wonder about my shift from genocide to crime and murder - is there some deeply embedded need to dwell on the dark side in us humans?
Baby Cameron - March 3rd 2011
Clever Naz gave birth to baby Cameron last week after three long nights in hospital waiting for pills to induce labour take effect. They didn't so finally she had a c-section on Thursday. Home by Saturday. All is well and my son Gareth is a very proud and happy dad!
I am off to London this Saturday - just can't keep me away.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Freedom ....
After two weeks in a hot, sweaty, constricting boot, hobbling about on crutches, I am finally free! What a difference to be my own person again compared to being locked up at home, dependent on Tim and friends every time I needed to see what the world was like outside my front door. Of course I forgot to take a photo of my "injury". But maybe I forgot on purpose. Who wants to remember incarceration!
I guess the low point was when Tim went off to Johannesburg last Thursday, on the field trip that we had planned together. I had made bookings with all the places we were to visit and with the coach company to get us from the airport to the B&B's and beyond. Thursday night they went to the Market Theatre to have dinner and see the Hugh Masekela show Songs of Migration, just before it closed on Feb 13th. HM is a unique performer and he led his stage team on a journey of song reflecting different migrations in Southern Africa and other parts of the world.
Next day, Friday, they went to Constitution Hill, the site of the old jails, one for men and one for women, now the Constitution Court. Then to Liliesleaf farm in Rivonia, once the headquarters of Umkhonto we Sizwe, the military wing of the ANC, where the treason arrests were made back in the 60's. Following on, the Apartheid Museum described the years from 1948 to 1994, and lastly an unscheduled quick drive through Soweto with a stop to see Nelson Mandela's home which happens to be in the same street where Bishop Tutu lived, both Nobel prizewinners.
Saturday began in Pretoria's Church square with a bit of background history from Sally Roper who was on hand both days to guide and inform. Next the Union Buildings, then the Voortrekker Monument and finally the new Freedom Park, built to memorialise freedom fighters who died in all the wars, starting with the San, the indigenous peoples of South Africa.
I vicariously enjoyed the trip through Tim's descriptions when we chatted in the evenings. It was almost as good as being there.
The King's Speech finally opened in Cape Town on Friday and I was lucky enough to be picked up and taken to the afternoon show. Understated humour together with overt emotion - brilliant is too small a word to describe the film.
I'm reading Adam Hochschild's King Leopold's Ghost about the Congo for my genocide class. It's a great history lesson and really well written for anyone with the stomach for greed and gore.
We had a fun Valentine's supper last night with Breda and Billy, our Irish friends who we met at the Wijnhuis last year. B&B brought the meat, spuds, salad and pud, Tim bought bubbly and assorted bottles of yummy wine. He braaied too - everything was perfect and made even more so today by my release from the boot!
We celebrated my freedom with lunch at the Casa Labia the former Muizenberg residence of Count and Countess Natale Labia.
I guess the low point was when Tim went off to Johannesburg last Thursday, on the field trip that we had planned together. I had made bookings with all the places we were to visit and with the coach company to get us from the airport to the B&B's and beyond. Thursday night they went to the Market Theatre to have dinner and see the Hugh Masekela show Songs of Migration, just before it closed on Feb 13th. HM is a unique performer and he led his stage team on a journey of song reflecting different migrations in Southern Africa and other parts of the world.
Next day, Friday, they went to Constitution Hill, the site of the old jails, one for men and one for women, now the Constitution Court. Then to Liliesleaf farm in Rivonia, once the headquarters of Umkhonto we Sizwe, the military wing of the ANC, where the treason arrests were made back in the 60's. Following on, the Apartheid Museum described the years from 1948 to 1994, and lastly an unscheduled quick drive through Soweto with a stop to see Nelson Mandela's home which happens to be in the same street where Bishop Tutu lived, both Nobel prizewinners.
Saturday began in Pretoria's Church square with a bit of background history from Sally Roper who was on hand both days to guide and inform. Next the Union Buildings, then the Voortrekker Monument and finally the new Freedom Park, built to memorialise freedom fighters who died in all the wars, starting with the San, the indigenous peoples of South Africa.
I vicariously enjoyed the trip through Tim's descriptions when we chatted in the evenings. It was almost as good as being there.
The King's Speech finally opened in Cape Town on Friday and I was lucky enough to be picked up and taken to the afternoon show. Understated humour together with overt emotion - brilliant is too small a word to describe the film.
I'm reading Adam Hochschild's King Leopold's Ghost about the Congo for my genocide class. It's a great history lesson and really well written for anyone with the stomach for greed and gore.
We had a fun Valentine's supper last night with Breda and Billy, our Irish friends who we met at the Wijnhuis last year. B&B brought the meat, spuds, salad and pud, Tim bought bubbly and assorted bottles of yummy wine. He braaied too - everything was perfect and made even more so today by my release from the boot!
We celebrated my freedom with lunch at the Casa Labia the former Muizenberg residence of Count and Countess Natale Labia.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Crutches
I suppose over my many years I must have used many a crutch to help me along the road, but I've never needed the medical variety until earlier this week.
Not only crutches, but a hot and sweaty moonboot too. It's a whole new world! A very much slower one, a deliberate planning of out how to get here, how to get there. How long it takes to get to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and bring the steaming liquid back via furniture stops. I stand still, let go of the crutches, move mug from one surface to the next within arm range. Back on the crutches, move to the middle of the next two posts, lay aside crutches, move mug to new position, and so on and so on until finally I sit with a huge sigh and wonder if the trek was worth it!
Tim and I were taking our usual hike in Newlands Forest last Sunday. We'd walked along the 300 metre contour path and had just begun the descent to the woodcutter's trail. I love this path. It's not all that well known, narrow and twisty and rocky and somewhat overgrown and I immediately started slowly jogging with a sigh of immense pleasure, remembering discovering the route back in the nineties when I had three Jack Russell terriers in tow.
A large black insect with long trailing legs flew across my path forcing me to duck and take my eye off the path. Searing pain dropped me to the ground with immediate huge swelling - it didn't feel or look good!
We met five wonderful women who helped strap my ankle and stayed close by me as I slid downhill on my behind, or hopped along, supported by small tree trunks and a borrowed walking stick. Finally we reached the forestry road where a National Parks worker fetched me in his truck and took us home and I could shower and ice and ice.
Monday's visit to a physiotherapist concluded I needed an x-ray and the report of that indicated a small bone fragment torn off the outside ankle bone. Tuesday then saw me strapped into the moon boot, needing crutches too, for at least a week. Then one to two weeks of moon boot alone.
These past few days have been hot and humid. But it could be worse!
As I mentioned earlier, life has slowed down a bunch. Maybe it's time to get some of my projects finished?
Not only crutches, but a hot and sweaty moonboot too. It's a whole new world! A very much slower one, a deliberate planning of out how to get here, how to get there. How long it takes to get to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and bring the steaming liquid back via furniture stops. I stand still, let go of the crutches, move mug from one surface to the next within arm range. Back on the crutches, move to the middle of the next two posts, lay aside crutches, move mug to new position, and so on and so on until finally I sit with a huge sigh and wonder if the trek was worth it!
Tim and I were taking our usual hike in Newlands Forest last Sunday. We'd walked along the 300 metre contour path and had just begun the descent to the woodcutter's trail. I love this path. It's not all that well known, narrow and twisty and rocky and somewhat overgrown and I immediately started slowly jogging with a sigh of immense pleasure, remembering discovering the route back in the nineties when I had three Jack Russell terriers in tow.
A large black insect with long trailing legs flew across my path forcing me to duck and take my eye off the path. Searing pain dropped me to the ground with immediate huge swelling - it didn't feel or look good!
We met five wonderful women who helped strap my ankle and stayed close by me as I slid downhill on my behind, or hopped along, supported by small tree trunks and a borrowed walking stick. Finally we reached the forestry road where a National Parks worker fetched me in his truck and took us home and I could shower and ice and ice.
Monday's visit to a physiotherapist concluded I needed an x-ray and the report of that indicated a small bone fragment torn off the outside ankle bone. Tuesday then saw me strapped into the moon boot, needing crutches too, for at least a week. Then one to two weeks of moon boot alone.
These past few days have been hot and humid. But it could be worse!
As I mentioned earlier, life has slowed down a bunch. Maybe it's time to get some of my projects finished?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A brief outline of a busy month ...
Nearly the end of January and the Stanford program is into it's fourth week now. Our days are full. Weekends we try and hike both days, one with Nan and family if possible. Regrettably there is no time in the week for roaming the mountain trails before work. Well, I guess if we didn't read for so long in bed when we wake we could hike. But lazy sloths we are, and reading is compulsive for both of us.
Tim is just finishing off Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, a book I also read. Fascinating, science-fictiony, marvelous story-telling. And I turned the last page today of The Fear by Peter Godwin. If you haven't already read Mukiwa and When the Crocodile Eats the Sun do so asap. And then read The Fear. The three books take you from an idyllic, peaceful, wealthy, although not a democracy, nation through the transition to democracy and then to bankruptcy and unimaginable violence.
I hadn't realised how much The Fear would tie in with the genocide class I take on Thursdays, almost the same course I took last year. I liked it so much I'm doing it again! Not exactly. I was drawn to the gap in my knowledge of the history of Southern Africa and am so lucky to have the opportunity to study with the students again.
Alternate Fridays see Tim and me with all the students in the Sites of Memory Class. So far we've only had one class and that began in the crypt at St Georges Cathedral with a chance meeting with Bishop Tutu much to the delight of all as Bishop Tutu insisted on shaking hands with each and every one of our group of 29!
After tea and a talk by John Parkington we walked up Government Avenue to the South African Museum to see three exhibitions there, first one on the people of South Africa, next the rock art of the San and lastly a marvelous exhibition curated by Pippa Skotnes and Petro Keene displaying the art of Leo Frobenius and his team who came to South Africa from Germany in 1928 and painted some huge canvases of the rock art he saw in Zimbabwe and Lesotho, some of which were bought by the SA Museum in 1931 and kept in storage for years and years.
This coming Friday we'll hold the second class, visiting the Prestwich Memorial and the Slave Lodge, learning about the early days of Cape Town.
With all this work there is little time to devote to a social life outside of work, although I have started playing bridge with my old group from the 1990's who still meet each Tuesday evening. So far, two weeks in a row, I (and my partner) have been consistent in coming 2nd from the bottom both evenings!
Each Wednesday we take four students to dinner to our favourite restaurant around the corner from us in Newlands, The Wijnhuis. Our first evening was last Wednesday and we'll keep it up until the end of February. It's a really nice way to get to know the students in smaller groups. Here we are with Ariana, Danielle, Leslie and Natie, all looking very satiated! Thanks to Ritesh for taking the photo with Leslie's camera! Ritesh is the reason we keep going back to the Wijnhuis. He is by far the best waiter I have ever met. He knows what wine we like and has it chilled to just the right temperature for our arrival. He can even predict what we'll order which isn't very difficult because we always order the same dish! Well, almost always...
Tim is just finishing off Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, a book I also read. Fascinating, science-fictiony, marvelous story-telling. And I turned the last page today of The Fear by Peter Godwin. If you haven't already read Mukiwa and When the Crocodile Eats the Sun do so asap. And then read The Fear. The three books take you from an idyllic, peaceful, wealthy, although not a democracy, nation through the transition to democracy and then to bankruptcy and unimaginable violence.
I hadn't realised how much The Fear would tie in with the genocide class I take on Thursdays, almost the same course I took last year. I liked it so much I'm doing it again! Not exactly. I was drawn to the gap in my knowledge of the history of Southern Africa and am so lucky to have the opportunity to study with the students again.
Alternate Fridays see Tim and me with all the students in the Sites of Memory Class. So far we've only had one class and that began in the crypt at St Georges Cathedral with a chance meeting with Bishop Tutu much to the delight of all as Bishop Tutu insisted on shaking hands with each and every one of our group of 29!
After tea and a talk by John Parkington we walked up Government Avenue to the South African Museum to see three exhibitions there, first one on the people of South Africa, next the rock art of the San and lastly a marvelous exhibition curated by Pippa Skotnes and Petro Keene displaying the art of Leo Frobenius and his team who came to South Africa from Germany in 1928 and painted some huge canvases of the rock art he saw in Zimbabwe and Lesotho, some of which were bought by the SA Museum in 1931 and kept in storage for years and years.
This coming Friday we'll hold the second class, visiting the Prestwich Memorial and the Slave Lodge, learning about the early days of Cape Town.
With all this work there is little time to devote to a social life outside of work, although I have started playing bridge with my old group from the 1990's who still meet each Tuesday evening. So far, two weeks in a row, I (and my partner) have been consistent in coming 2nd from the bottom both evenings!
Each Wednesday we take four students to dinner to our favourite restaurant around the corner from us in Newlands, The Wijnhuis. Our first evening was last Wednesday and we'll keep it up until the end of February. It's a really nice way to get to know the students in smaller groups. Here we are with Ariana, Danielle, Leslie and Natie, all looking very satiated! Thanks to Ritesh for taking the photo with Leslie's camera! Ritesh is the reason we keep going back to the Wijnhuis. He is by far the best waiter I have ever met. He knows what wine we like and has it chilled to just the right temperature for our arrival. He can even predict what we'll order which isn't very difficult because we always order the same dish! Well, almost always...
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Goodbye 2010, Hello 2011!
We said farewell to 2010 on the lawns of Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens enjoying a concert with Johnny Clegg and his group. Long picnic first, a leading act, and then finally Johnny Clegg was onstage to much joy and dancing as all 6,000 at the concert stood and rocked to the truly South African rhythms.
Our friend Kay was visiting from Inverness and she joined us, as well as my daughter, Nan & Daniel. We sat next to our good Cape Town friend, Lucille, owner of Ivydene Guest House, who took the photo on the left. Kay took the photo of the concert, right.
It's nearly 7pm on January 6th as I write, sitting outside on a chilli-hot breathless day, the third in a row of scorching temperatures.
On Monday Jan 3rd, we spent a blissful evening with Kay on Table Mountain, first hiking around the top, admiring the views, and then watching the sunset from the summit bar sipping a cool glass of Sauvignon Blanc enjoying the stunning view from the top of the mountain, see photo. Thank goodness Kay took her camera - here we are in the gale before sunset on the front side of the mountain - that's the city you can just see on my right. Monday was the last of the windy days - we were lucky to get up - the cable car was closed most of the day because of "gale force winds". We ended the evening with dinner at the Africa Cafe - such a fun restaurant, it's worth checking the link.
The Stanford program began on Tuesday with Orientation and a lunch and I was there to enjoy the food and the course outlines by faculty, and to take photos, of course (with a little help from Kathleen Levitt so there is even a photo of me!)
It feels exciting to be starting another quarter with 23 fresh faces and a number of new courses on offer, together with some of the same from last year. This week is all Orientation, ending with a dinner for staff and students on Friday at Solms-Delta in Franschhoek.
Two new staff have joined the Stanford Centre this year. Jen van Heerden will be assisting Janice McMillan with the Service-Learning placements, and Jessica Lothman has settled into Freeland Lodge with the students as their Resident Assistant.
Last year Claire Gibson, who was a student with us in 2008, filled both those roles. She was an important part of the Stanford family last year and we miss her enthusiasm, her bright face and happy smiles, and wish her luck at Mills, on her medicine track.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Another year begins ...
2011 has arrived - here's hoping for peace, health, happiness, fun and adventure!
Tim and I were in Johannesburg for Christmas, with my sister and her husband, Gill (with me on the left) & Michael and their large extended family. Great gatherings and lots of fun.
As well as enjoying good wine and the best of Christmas fare, Tim and I squeezed in a few hours of exercise with Will and Jen, hiking in the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens. Someone had to take the photo - thanks Jen!
Here's another photo of the typical merriment around the dinner table - from left, Sherry, Tim, Polly, Michael, Gill, Jen (peeking in the gap), Will, and Michael's nephew, Michael Collins.
Back home to Cape Town and five days of extreme winds. Very unpleasant. And then the weather turned strangely tropical in this Mediterranean climate zone. Yesterday, New Year's day, we woke to thunder and lightning and heavy rain pounding our tin roof.
Thankfully the clouds cleared up by lunch time leaving in their wake a gorgeous afternoon and a warm, windless evening. For the first time since our arrival in Cape Town, we were able to eat under the stars on our veranda. So all was looking good. But this morning we woke to more rain which didn't really clear up, so we pretended it was winter and went to a movie (You will meet a Tall Dark Stranger - not as funny as I'd read it would be.)
Stanford students began arriving today with more to follow tomorrow. Orientation occupies the rest of the week. I left my camera in the SAA lounge in Johannesburg so I won't be able to take photos. Boo hoo. I've been trying to get it picked up by someone passing by the domestic terminal but so far, no luck.
Tim and I were in Johannesburg for Christmas, with my sister and her husband, Gill (with me on the left) & Michael and their large extended family. Great gatherings and lots of fun.
As well as enjoying good wine and the best of Christmas fare, Tim and I squeezed in a few hours of exercise with Will and Jen, hiking in the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens. Someone had to take the photo - thanks Jen!
Here's another photo of the typical merriment around the dinner table - from left, Sherry, Tim, Polly, Michael, Gill, Jen (peeking in the gap), Will, and Michael's nephew, Michael Collins.
Back home to Cape Town and five days of extreme winds. Very unpleasant. And then the weather turned strangely tropical in this Mediterranean climate zone. Yesterday, New Year's day, we woke to thunder and lightning and heavy rain pounding our tin roof.
Thankfully the clouds cleared up by lunch time leaving in their wake a gorgeous afternoon and a warm, windless evening. For the first time since our arrival in Cape Town, we were able to eat under the stars on our veranda. So all was looking good. But this morning we woke to more rain which didn't really clear up, so we pretended it was winter and went to a movie (You will meet a Tall Dark Stranger - not as funny as I'd read it would be.)
Stanford students began arriving today with more to follow tomorrow. Orientation occupies the rest of the week. I left my camera in the SAA lounge in Johannesburg so I won't be able to take photos. Boo hoo. I've been trying to get it picked up by someone passing by the domestic terminal but so far, no luck.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Notes from the Southern Hemisphere
It sure is different down here at the other end of the world. The light is always the first thing I notice, so bright, its as if someone turned on a spotlight overhead. And the blast of heat as you step out of the plane straight into summer, still dressed in winter woollies. Instant meltdown!
Poor holiday travellers with all the flight cancellations because of airports closing – what a winter you’re having in the north!
Our first week here we spent in the Annexe Cottage at Kildare Guest House, a delightful haven in the best suburb in Cape Town, tucked away and secluded from the urban mayhem and shopping build up to the festive season, yet close enough to stroll to all conveniences, banks, post office, markets, and, most important, our favourite restaurant, The Wijnhuis where we are always greeted like long lost friends.
Yesterday we moved into the same house we rented last year and it felt like we were coming home – it was all so familiar – we knew where everything went, which cupboard was mine, which Tim’s, where the kitchen knives were, the cutlery, crockery and most important, the wine glasses. Which goes to prove that familiarity doesn’t always breed contempt!
Thursday was a public holiday here and we decided on a hike at Kalk Bay. We saw only two other people on the mountain in two hours. We took the steep uphill trail from the Ou Kraal signpost, up to brilliant views of False Bay on a path of white stepping stones and sand that meanders through the most magnificent fynbos, alive with birds, flowers and bees. Made my heart sing.
We took another hike on Sunday morning in Newlands Forest, closer to home, retracing familiar peopled footpaths. We call the forestry road down at the start of the forest "Dogs**t Boulevard" – seems some dog owners have no conscience. But as soon as we were in the higher reaches, traversing the indigenous forest and stepping across sparkling streams, we felt surprisingly refreshed.
It might not sound as though we work at all, but Tim was in the office four days last week, and I have been setting up meetings in Cape Town and Johannesburg for the Sites of Memory class that Tim will be offering. More when all that happens, next month.
Nathaniel swimming on the noodle with Ayanda, left.
Nan, Daniel and Tim chatting, below, on the stoep of our home the day we moved in.
We're off to Johannesburg for Christmas with sister, Gillian McCabe and her large family. Looking forward to it.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
On the road again
Broken fingernails and bruises are indicators of being on the road again. This time we are not flying light with five suitcases between the two of us, a backpack each and I carry my digital SLR camera in its case and heavy little bag of precious notes that can’t go in the hold of the plane in case the baggage is routed to Timbuktu, lost forever.
We are on our way back to Cape Town, at our first stop in Florida and a visit with Tim’s parents, Jim & Lucy, in Boca Grande. There’s an icy wind blowing across this little island and the heat is turned up high indoors. It feels cosy and warm and a huge relief to think there’s not another thing we can do regarding packing and cleaning the house. That’s all left behind for our wonderful house sitters to enjoy.
November was a frenzy of goodbyes with much sadness at leaving home again, so soon after getting back to Inverness. I confess we’re looking forward to summer and to seeing our southern hemisphere friends, and to welcoming any visitors. Please come and stay with us in our cute cottage in Newlands, Cape Town.
We arrive Cape Town December 12th. See you there!
We are on our way back to Cape Town, at our first stop in Florida and a visit with Tim’s parents, Jim & Lucy, in Boca Grande. There’s an icy wind blowing across this little island and the heat is turned up high indoors. It feels cosy and warm and a huge relief to think there’s not another thing we can do regarding packing and cleaning the house. That’s all left behind for our wonderful house sitters to enjoy.
November was a frenzy of goodbyes with much sadness at leaving home again, so soon after getting back to Inverness. I confess we’re looking forward to summer and to seeing our southern hemisphere friends, and to welcoming any visitors. Please come and stay with us in our cute cottage in Newlands, Cape Town.
We arrive Cape Town December 12th. See you there!
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