Weekend

This weekend we drive to our stone cottage in the Eastern Free State. I'm not a great traveling companion as I fall asleep just after we leave the Toll Gate. So no 'scintillating' conversation for us until just before Villiers. 

I always find car travel comforting. It rekindles memories of childhood holidays and early morning starts. Thankfully we don't do much of that anymore - unless we're in the bush of course, but that's a different time altogether. David will be out before the crack of dawn, hoping for mist in the valley and a murky sunrise.

So I'll pack a pile of books and put them next to my chair on the veranda and enjoy a few days of quiet.