I HAVE been quiet for a while as the hard work of many weeks
culminated into a semi-final and final round of a musical battle that,
surprisingly, ended up leaving a swell of pride in my chest. Yes the sound was dodgy and the engineers were shocking, yes
there was limited seating, yes yes yes… But it is the process that counts, the
adventure. Well done to everyone. It was a bittersweet ending to a long
journey filled with excitement, listlessness, anger and growing pains.
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| Goodbye the bright lights and the late nights |
Our pastures on the farm have officially turned and we are
buying bales like mad. The end of summer is also bittersweet, no more grass and
balmy nights, but no more AHS, West Nile or
other bugs either.
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| A kiss to build a dream on |
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| Ponies at the bale |
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| Ponies stare me down |
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| Soon to be bleached yellow |
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| The 'forever pasture' turning, slowly |
Finally, I have to make mention of the bittersweet passing
of a beautiful and talented young ocean-goer. A national-team body-boarder; a
Springbok. Sun-bleached hair and youth and talent snuffed out in Cape Town’s icy waters by a
white shark. It means the end of filming permits and hopefully chumming, which
is a contentious topic, hotly debated by pundits. I don’t like the practice and
I celebrate its end in our waters, but mourn a life well-lived but cut short. RIP David Lilienfeld, you beauty.
