The skies know no limits

“There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.” – Calvin Coolidge

DSCN1875                                              DSCN1874


We have had a power outage at work, my “to-do” pile is not diminishing and I’d rather be sitting on a deck (looking at this view) with my book and a glass of wine like we were last month. Thank goodness day dreaming doesn’t have an on/off switch!


Three Word Friday – Darling, Look Up

So while I was bent over photographing the little things my DH was a fair distance up ahead on the path. In amongst the whisper of the breeze and the strident argument between a pair of very huffy ducks there was a tortured call of ” darling, look up”. So I did and beheld nothing other than what appeared to a mundane boulder being closely examined by my other half. I put it down to the sun being in my eyes (I suspect he may think I should wear my glasses more often) that nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was only when the call to arms was accompanied by a firm “come hither” hand gesture that I looked more closely and saw…


a rotund, fully alert yet thoroughly relaxed dassie perched on a very large boulder just off the path. He couldn’t have been more than 3 feet away from us and looked to be standing guard while his family of three popped in and out of what appeared to be their home base further up the hill. It’s closest living relative is the elephant apparently – I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t have missed an elephant perched on a rock 😀

One Word Wednesday – Contrast

The high mountains are full of contrast and character.


Sunday was cold, grey and austere with a dusting of snow.


Tuesday dawned hot, bright and full of riotous colour.

DSCN1830   DSCN1832

“The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble – to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills.” Philip Connors

Arachna what?

What lurks behind an innocuous bush on an insignificant path in the high mountains ….


This gorgeous beast, who caught my eye while out and about with DH in the hills of the Northern Drakensberg this afternoon. Silently going about its business and looking like an expert web weaver, it presents quite a fearsome sight!


I’m not a huge horse fan, cats are more my thing but on a recent break “in the country” we got up close to these gorgeously speckled examples of the species. The first thought that came to mind was apache horses and Cochise thundering across the American plains, but after a bit of digging it would appear they are officially called Pinto’s by those in the know. Whatever the official terminology may be they appeal to me, I like the mismatch skin colouration and quite a few had different coloured eyes as well.
DSCN1711  DSCN1713