On the way we had to swerve several times
for numerous turtles crossing the road. (Is that really
all they do all day long?)
Three times we had to slow down to allow snakes to cross
the road. A 1.5m fat brown one and a smaller black one.
The almost son-in-law offered that these were harmless mole
snakes. The third was about 50cm long and yellow. No one
could convince me that this one was harmless.
Once we had to stop because a huge ostrich
refused to move off the road, and once we stooped to show
the grandson a Springbok –according to the almost
son-in-law.
I wondered out loud if we were now supposed to call them
Proteas.
On Saturday night we had the traditional
braai with the traditional peripheral stuff, inclusive of
increasingly animated conversations and some out-of-tune
renditions of really ol’ skool tunes, and by 23h30
we declared unbeaten.
Sunday was a glorious day at 27degrees.
We were a bit concerned that we did not bring a gazebo,
but fortunately Mather Nature provided the luxury of a solid
rock gazebo at Preekstoel.
We were later joined by The
Fockers.
I was not too impressed with my stuffed
fillet on the gas braai for Sunday lunch, but everyone else
was civil enough to say ‘It was nice.’
By 3pm we were all snoring in the sun -
well most of us. I suspect the doctor did not sleep - and
when we got home I was too tired to do an article for Monday.
