Early November 2017 Remember, remember the fifth of November … not that anyone really remembers. In the Big City it’s simply fireworks night, an excuse for big bangs. Our (old) suburb must have been exploding. Thank goodness, we were here, settling into our new home in Henley. I was wakened at 4am by the local rooster. At first, I thought he’d missed his calling – up until now he’s been the 3am cock. The ManRead More

End October 2017 It’s happening. We’ve landed in Henley. Actually, I’m not quite sure where we’ve landed. Do I go by stand number or street number? Which one do I put on the gate if I want my Joburg deliveries to find me? It’s very confusing. I’m only glad we didn’t buy on The Avenue/The Drive. We’re still trying to figure that one out. No matter. It was a joy to sit on our newRead More

End July 2017 It was Sunday afternoon in the big city. Children were screaming at play, a couple quarrelling in the street, loud music from at least two locations, “doof doof” bass shaking the windows from a taxi passing by … Out of the blue the Man proposed a drive into the country. Surprised I agreed. He took the road to the Vaal, familiar as we visit the Circus Farm for lunch now and then,Read More