Back at work

So, my wonderful holiday came to an end, it was far too short. I had just started to relax and the nots in my neck went away when I found myself on the long road back home.

The kids on the back seat were content for a few hours and then as the hours started ticking by, they started to get niggly – daddy, are we there yet…mommy, he looked at me…mommy, she’s on my side of the seat…mmmm can I go back to the beach, please!

Made it home in one piece thankfully although on the way there was a nasty accident on the far right lane due to poor visibility through a fire that no doubt occurred because someone carelessly tossed a cigarette out of their window.

For days after being back, I found myself constantly looking at what the weather was there compared to here. It is like summer there but it is so damn cold here. I used to love winter, but as I get older, I just want winter to end quickly. I prefer being warm. At the moment I’m huddled in front of the heater with a fat jersey on and big fluffy slippers and yet I’m still cold.

It’s just another 41 days before spring…can’t wait!


Walking in paradise

As far as I’m concerned, there are few things in life as wonderful as being close to nature.

Walking alongside the ocean today, I felt at one with the sea, the sand, the rocks and the vegetation. As my feet touched the ground, the way it sank and was enveloped by the cool, rough brilliantly coloured grains of sand was wonderful and immediately transported me to my childhood. Memories of days gone by flooded in – holidays filled with love, laughter, fun and new and exciting things.

Each step brought a new memory which is strange as I don’t remember much from my childhood. My mother always complains about my lack of memory when she reminisces and I can’t recall the things she’s referring to.

Rolling skating with my cousins at the roller rink,  going to the city hall for movies as there was no movie house in Hartenbos and the excitement we felt at doing this as it was so different to where we came from. Riding on the train to Mossel Bay which was like a holiday on its own and being treated like an adult in the dining cart and irritating my brother because I took too long to eat.

I remember the boys on the train who were on the way to the army barracks. They were all scared yet excited at what’s to come and I remember my sister who is eight years’ older than me, drooling over them.

I remember my mother saving all her money for the holidays so that she could take us out and treat us to lunch, something that my children take for granted.

I remember the time I tried to ride an ostrich at Oudshoorn. I tried to look so cool in front of all the people in the audience and climbed on it, only to fall off the other side. It was humiliating yet it taught me how to laugh at myself.

So many wonderful things that I seemed to have forgotten flooded back just by walking in the sand. The crash of the waves, the sound of the birds in the bushes, the cool, smooth rocks all joined together to help me remember.

How wonderful it is to think back. So many good times. I don’t think I thanked my mother enough for all she did for us, for all the sacrifices she made. I can see now that I took my holidays and her for granted. Thanks ma for the memories.


So it’s been five days of absolute bliss in paradise. From where I sit inside the flat, I can see the waves of the ocean crash against the beach. The white froth licking the sand. Three seagulls fly low over the waves searching for food. In the distance I can swear that I’ve seen a dolphin, splashing playfully in the crest of the wave, spurting sea water into the air and raising his fin in a wave. The vast expanse of beach is free of people today, with the wind a little chilly and the tide coming in. In the trees to my left I can hear the twitter of birds as they jump from branch to branch. This sweet sound together with the crash of the waves definitely makes me feel as if I’m in a world far removed from everything.


Well, currently enjoying my second day at the beautiful Kwa Zulu Natal and loving every minute. The weather is warm with a bit of a cold wind. The view from our apartment is stunning! I’m sitting here writing this and listening to the crash of the waves against the rocks, the seagulls singing to one another. Life is good!

What do I love about winter?

I love the way water is icy cold when you turn on the tap. Drinking from the tap when it’s that cold is such a different experience. My lips tingle and go numb and my tongue wakes up. It’s such a rush.

I love snuggling in bed, the warmth is so comforting.

I love waking up some mornings to find the earth covered in frost. Just a glimpse of what it could be if we had snow.