Saturday, February 18, 2006

Sandy, it works and romance.

1. Lake Malawi -- love you loads, what with the freshwater swimming, the many coloured fish, your thrilling rocky islands and falling asleep to the sound of your blue waves washing on clean shores, but I have to say: I'm thrilled to be leaving the sand behind -- it gets into our tents, our clothes and our food.

2. The enormous satisfaction I get from finding a cashpoint that will take my card and give me money.

3. Catching Rosey chatting to a BOY in the campsite garden -- apparently he has cycled from Holland.

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Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...

  • Bee, green beans and movie night.
    1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
  • Midsummer, feeding and cakes.
    1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...