HOLIDAY!!

I started this post completely different, (a few times) it is always hard to write about my own life, but here goes, short and sweet, we took a short, much needed holiday. Drove down the coast some 300 kilos towards Cape Town. It rained all the way there, and no, I am not complaining, I love rain, even when on holiday.

I took a few pics and thought it wise to share with you.
On the way we had to pass through a lovely little town called Knysna. It is best known for "The Heads," the entrance to the Knysna lagoon.

This is what it looks like from a viewpoint just above it. We fortunately had a few moments of just a light drizzle to admire the view. It is breathtakingly beautiful and the photograph cannot begin to bring you the whole picture, you have to be there, hear the birds and the surf and smell the clean, salt air.



This is the Knysna lagoon on the other side.



Rain could not keep us from enjoying the view. At that stage it was just a soft drizzle. Yolande, Amore and Jesse braving the cold and wet weather. It didn't seem to bother Jesse as much as it did mom and daughter.



Stunning view from here.



Had enough cold now, cannot wait to get back in the car.



Because of the soccer in South Africa, George, which is normally a very quiet holiday town, was buzzing with people and air transport. This helicopter took off close to a large shopping center, and both Jesse and I had a blast watching. He is as crazy about anything with wings as I am. He was only a few months old when he had his first experience in a DC9 airplane.



This is where we stayed, the name of the place is Boscia, it is a small farm few kilo's out of George, quiet and peaceful farm atmosphere.



The view from the front door. I cannot tell you how great it was to wake up to farm noises, no cars racing past, no screeching tires no horns blowing. Just birds, horses and donkeys. And yes, I am a morning person, and I especially love horses and birds.



When Bartholomeo Diaz set foot in South Africa in the 15th century, he was sailing this tiny little boat they called a Caravel. This is a replica of the little boat. It seems like a miracle, sailing all the way from Portugal, right down the African continent, past the Cape of storms, and into Mosselbay, in a tiny boat the size of this one.. (I do apologize for the poor lighting and the wrong date on some of the pics, I couldn't edit it out without loosing half the pic, I have now subsequently removed that annoying feature.)



Yolande and Jesse, don't know what it was that amused Jesse, but it obviously got his full attention. Amore was not with us, she was playing in a school squash tournament, the main reason for your trip.



This is what Mosselbay looks like, quite a beautiful view.



The Eastern Province under 11 squash teams, not sure how many teams there were but there are 4 players in each team.

Amore won all her matches, so needless to say, we're very proud of her. She definitely inherited her mother's ball skills and has the potential to become a great player. Her mom plays a mean game of squash.



I guess that is my story, back to the salt mines and earning a living.
Have a lovely week.