Been busy, be back never

And just like that, it’s July.  The year has done its’ usual ‘gallop full speed’ ahead to rush as much of my life past me as quickly as possible before I realise what is happening.

The only good thing I can take out of finding myself halfway through another revolution of the sun is that it’s my birthday month.  Even better than being my birthday month, it’s now my birthday week!!

This year Jon and I are heading out to the mountains for what I have no doubt is going to be a spectacular weekend hiking, braaing, drinking wine by the fire, and spending some quality time together.

Sadly I often forget how much preparation it takes for a weekend away and inevitably leave all the organising until the last minute.  Friday is four days away and I still have to menu plan, do the food and booze shopping, and make time to pack.

Procrastination is my middle name, no seriously.  Here I am writing about it instead of narrowing down my to-do list.  And on that note I must be off.  I hope to have some cool photos to share next week.

Until next time  x

A little piece of heaven in Mbotyi

I had a laugh yesterday, Jon and I were working in the garden when we heard the sound of a baby crying coming from one of our neighbour’s houses (which is of course not funny in itself obviously).  We looked at each other and I commented on how it was definitely a baby this time and not a baby goat.  Having just spent a week in Mbotyi in the Eastern Cape where there are kids (offspring of the goat kind) running amok constantly calling for an absent family member, we quickly grew accustomed to the sound coming from lost little goats and not from a baby, if you can forgive my sound comparison.  When I travel I tend to associate sounds to places as a means to relive and invoke the memories made in that place, and the sound of goats calling is going to forever represent the amazing spot of Mbotyi for me now.

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