Things are moving at what, for me, is a blinding pace. Of course, that's not too difficult. I think life is hectic just because coffee doesn't make itself and other cars use the roads. So, what's cooking?
Moving house this weekend and going on a treetop tour which'll also involve a sleepover. Wondering what a treetop tour is? Take a look at the pic: and the course lasts two to three hours.
There'll be eight of us, and the idea is to camp over somewhere. Then there's a hiking club expedition the following weekend, and then I'm off to Cape Town on business.
Somewhere in between all that I'm doing the move. Fortunately I don't have too much stuff. I can't help being excited about my new lodging. The other two pictures adorning this post are of the views from the front and back of my new cottage: sea on one side, mountains on the other. Wonderfully isolated. My kind of place
I should be a wreck by the end of the month, but at least I'll be able to say I've gone swinging through the trees: a post-simian getting back to her roots. Er... on second thoughts: roots will, with luck, have nothing to do with it - those trees are high!