Which is what one should feel like at the end of every holiday, but that doesn’t always happen. This was a good break: hours of walking, driving along the coast, exploring, bird-watching, taking the dog along quiet dirt roads so he could practise walking to heel. Reflecting, musing, unwinding by a fire of kameldoring each night, getting up early to look at crazy red dawns across the bay.
Sea birds and fynbos-dwelling birds: terns, Cape cormorants, dikkops, francolins, guineafowl, plovers, sea gulls, fiscal shrikes, waders, wagtails, tiny yellow Cape canaries.
If I didn’t have so much unpacking to do, I might even write a blog about it. But that will have to wait. Do you have any idea how much havoc can be caused by a small bottle of balsamic vinegar breaking in a overpacked vehicle jounced along dusty untarred roads?