Seven months of Lockdown and no end to this crazy pandemic in sight.
Perhaps one day when I look back on these daily posts it will just seen like a bad nightmare. This blog has a life of it's own now; some days it doesn't get written and then we have a catch up. I'm going to let it do it's own thing for a while longer. We have been away for a few weeks but we headed back to Ximongwe on Friday. I was so happy to be back, even if it was only for 5 days. Carol and Jane joined us and on Sunday Mazzie and Fiona too. On Monday we did a day trip to Magoebaskloof. We met David the bird guide for some birding in the forest. Of the many birds we saw, good sightings of a Narina Trogan and an Emerald Cuckoo stand out. And our lifer for the day was a Black Fronted Bushshrike. We visited Kuhestan organic farm to buy cordials and jams and had lunch at a rustic organic-cheese farm before heading back to Ximongwe. I am enjoying the local travel and very grateful I am not cooped up in a city or a suburb facing months of cold, grey winter. On the other hand I feel anxious and unsettled not knowing how much longer our lives are going to be so restricted by this pandemic.
There'll be no big family Christmas celebrations this year.
No friends from overseas joining us at Zebula or in the Cape.
No long, lazy lunches on wine farms.
No live music concerts or visits to the theatre.
No hugs.
What has become of us?
Pics courtesy of the Robert's app
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