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Note to self. Leaving the plug in the basin with the tap not fully close and going out for dinner is not a great idea.Selling bits and pieces that we won't need in Knysna through Gumtree has been quite successful. Although, I did end up caught up in a police investigation into a syndicate selling stolen cell phones. We met the person who

Braai time in the vineyards. Gentle sunset. Faint stirring of the trees. Seductive.Mum sounded much better, after hurting her back in the shower, to go with her fractured pelvis and torn hip ligaments. Going to be awhile before she is moving about freely.The River Nile in South Sudan is the most neglected development issue. Particularly given the useless road system and high cost

Owl hooting at first light. Sunrise walk in the vineyard. My painting not playing nicely. Canvas size a bother. Composition problematic. Head all over the place. Cottage full of people as the holidays start. The easy familiarity of long standing friendships where we laugh more. Three hour, slow roasted pork belly in the weber grill worked perfectly. Didn't manage the overnight salting that was recommended.

Trees, dusted with the pink and red eucalyptus flowers. Yellow-orcha, stone filed earth, shimmering in the heat of summer. Farm dam, relief in which children play with the freedom of summer holidays. The summer menu at Clos Malverne intriguing. Litchi, wrapped in ostrich and stuffed with gorgonzola. Overshadowed by the simple salmon with avo that was sensational. Succulent venison, delicately supported by the cranberry

Oxtail perfection only possible with Terry's three day stock, and Kirsten ensuring bubbles were plentiful. The fire necessary on a blustery evening at the cottage. Around Stellenbosch are sculptures of people sitting on benches. Part of the 'Kom Sit' street art installation connecting people. I used the installation, together with one of the street men who roam around the city for my

Grey skies over the vineyards, clearing as we drove over the mountains to see Dad and Mary. Their new Prado very impressive, ready for the safari to Kariba. Watching the mini-bus taxi stopping at a random spot, before rejoining the traffic in wild abandon, reminded me of Eddie's observation of the taxi services in Juba Town. Which could be considered as perfect Customer Satisfaction.

An Artists Garden. The vineyards. Jasmine hedonistic, as we watch the sun through the trees. Bubbles, red wine and Simon&Garfunkel while Polly rolls in the grass. Sunset shadows through the trees. Gurgling fountain. Felecia adding spots of blue. The sun easing its way into a new day. Francolins and Guineafowl, broken voiced, discordant raucous. A quick catch-up with George before we were dragged kicking

On emerald grass, dusted with gold, stark ribs of garden sofas, squat beneath heavy skies, braced for winter. Maison, for their season ending lunch. Probably a tad too much wine, well anticipated by Terry and Hesta with Nicholas driving us. An unexpected afternoon of sunshine, demanded a braai. My lack of practice evident in a fire that was too cold to give any colour

Tinged in yellows and golds, the vineyards are welcoming autumn, exhausted from their summer of fruit creation. There are still spots of later harvest grapes, as there are hot days dotted between the cooler weather. In the garden, the first of the Camellia flowers are out, while the fuchsia's are trying for a last push. Shirley poppy and Blue Flax seeds have been