Formerly 'Rambling with a cantankerous old mule"
Yesterday evening I went for a walk with some friends on the “koppie” above their house.
It’s Autumn, but the evenings are still perfect – the sun not too hot, the air not too cold. Slap bang in the middle of the city this 8 hectare piece of pristine nature is a godsend. At its apex, after walking a well-marked network of paths, we found a bench and some flat rocks, packed out a little picnic and just allowed everything to slow to a crawl. While the world rushed home from work below, the kids played in the bushes pretending to be lion cubs, the dog ferreted out bugs and other wildlife, and we drank lemonade that had lost its fizziness and ate our sandwiches … slowly, in the golden glow of the setting sun.
This was the first of my “farewells” with friends, as I head off to Canada in two weeks. Goodbyes are always bitter-sweet for me. But memories like this make them just a bit more bearable.