It is Day 10 of the Covid-19 lockdown, here in South Africa, and autumn is in the air in Johannesburg.
No, 66 Cape Vidal is not an address. 66 is the age I turned yesterday; Cape Vidal, or somewhere like
I like the harmony and balance, the silent concentration, in these photographs of pied avocets with their swooping bills wading
From photographs of birds, taken during my recent field trip to the Marievale Bird Sanctuary, this blog will see a
From the corner of the hide, you looked out across the water, directly into the light, where the coots were
Our water is off again, in Parkmore – not, in this case, on this umpteenth occasion, for some dramatic, globally important reason such as drought or climate change, but simply because of an aging infrastructure, a lack of maintenance, the incapacity and incompetence and lack of responsiveness of local government…. Not, let me add, an ANC City Council – though the ANC’s record in local government has been almost uniformly disastrous – but a DA-led Council with a DA Mayor. The party, you know, that claims to know how to run a city. Yeah, great. Thanks a million.
First up: Do not panic! You have come to the right place. You have arrived at the blog known formerly
Business travel is fun, ne? Take Monday, for instance. Up at 4.30 in the morning, to drive to the airport
We headed out, last Sunday, Kathy and Tom and Rob and I, to the Magaliesberg, to our favourite bush-pub, the
My 65th birthday today – how time flies! I think I had been dreading the day, somehow, but when I woke, with Rob beside me, and light peeking through the gap in the bedroom curtain, a sudden thought possessed me, I don’t know why: that if there had not been Eileen, there would not be Kathy and Eve and Jono, and if there was no Kathy and Eve and Jono, there would be no Josh and Tom and Gabe. If there were not a Rob, I would not be as happy as I am now. Life moves in mysterious ways, and its gifts are not always obvious at first. And from there, I found myself thinking, every day is a gift. That should be my resolution, and philosophy, for the years I have left. Today is the first gift.
JAG – the Johannesburg Art Gallery – is, as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, a once-grand edifice, marooned like
Tuinhuys (the Garden House) is the Cape Town office of the Presidency, a lovely piece of architecture with a history