Have you heard the news?

As work just gets more and more, of which we do no complain, social media gets less and less.

Book? you ask… no progress, just no time…

Blogs? ,,, the same… although I do pop in and look at yours, I just don’t always have the time to comment….

BUT next month we are taking time off to go to the Kalahari Gemsbok Park… so look forward to photos from there, specially those I will be taking with the new camera… can’t wait… like a kid waiting for Christmas… Remember these… well expect many many more….

I will be posting every now and then before we go just to keep the interest up… have to find time for blogging though…

Have a good weekend….

Just a few photos so you know I’m alive… just too busy at the moment for regular blogging…

Another which, as yet, I have no ID… Dan Cowley where are you when I need you…

and I promise there was a bird there when I pressed the shutter button….

Have a good weekend….

Meerkats the last photos … (for now)

“Hey look where she is scratching…” said the one…

“No freaking way…. wish I could do that …” said the other …

What can you smell?… Meerkats and more Meerkats..

I took a seed pod and scratched on the tar to see what they would do… they all quickly popped over in case I’d found food only to discover NOTHING… they quickly returned to their play and singing….

Swanee, how I love you, how I love you
My dear old Swanee.

I give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I-
Even though my mammy’s
Waiting for me,

Praying for me
Down by the Swanee.

And a kiss for you………………………

Have a good day……..

You’ve got to be a little bit drunk….

Now this is something I’ve often thought about….

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“Greg  – You’ve got to be a little bit drunk to see a little bit of Heaven” he said to me as we both stared deep into the flames of the braai fire.

Now, for the passed 30 years or so I’ve spend many hours pondering, philosophizing, wondering, discussing, thinking and analysing over what he meant when he uttered these profound words that evening so long ago.

He was an old man called Os (Ox) Wichmann and I was in my early 30’s. We had just moved to the little mining village of Ellisras where Os had befriended us from the beginning. He was a lonely old man approaching his 60s and had many wise sayings when he was tipsy, which was a lot of the time.

This statement as I’ve mentioned struck a chord deep inside me though and often, mostly when I’m a bit tipsy, I’ve thought back…

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