looks at life for women of a certain age. Observations and wry stories that might ring bells with some.
Monday, 2 February 2015
Me - relaxed
From Here to Eternity
Our local fishermen
We actually went for a walk on our marvelous beach this morning. It was one of those rare days when the wind had died down to almost nothing and hubby was compelled to take a day off as yesterday his ladder threw him off (one of the rubbers underneath had worn away and it collapsed to one side) so that he fell on top of various hard items on the garage floor. This caused a fair amount of scratches and bruises and a shoulder sprain sufficient to warrant a day of rest. I hope these pics give you an idea of our wonderful lagoon on a nice day. It is about 16 miles long and home to most water sports with a protected nature reserve further in where motor boats are not allowed. In the distance (a long way) behind me - South America. The barren-looking landscape is typical of this West coast of South Africa and the island in the background is host to a special rabbit introduced maybe 200 years ago by the first settlers. There was no grass on the island and the animals have survived by learning to eat seaweed. Apparently their kidneys are now three times the size of a regular rabbit. We share the beach with our local fisherman.