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
First up: Do not panic! You have come to the right place. You have arrived at the blog known formerly
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.
At the Bryanston Organic Market, these bees seemed to take seriously the organic, back-to nature meme, crawling all over the
My wife said, on reading my Last Post, ‘It looks like you’re telling the whole world you’re impotent. And you’re not.’ Bless her. Impartial, naturally, and blunt (Polish Catholic American Canadian), I have to agree with her. There is no impotence here. Impotence is absent. But let me tell you what there’s lots of – as I crest the hill of 65, and open my lungs and breathe deeply – there’s Gasworks. In one end, and out the other, oh yeah baby – the machinery might be starting to creak, at sixty five, but the gasworks is just getting started. Just firing up, so to speak. You lose some things, you discover others.
Reflecting on the indignities and rewards of middle age, the American author David Sedaris (I got this from the FT)
We spent about two hours, I guess, that bright winter morning in Madikwe, waiting our turn to see the two
It is hard to describe our experience at the Madikwe Game Reserve up near Botswana – Rob and I have
Well, I am back in SA, after an all-too-brief visit to the UK and Canada. Rob isn’t. Instead she is