A brand new me this morning. All back to... dare I say, normal? I think my body needed to recalibrate before the suitcase soiree in the Eastern Cape and I got some real rest. I was quite methodical in my packing and I impressed myself with absence of haphazard stuffing of boxes and bags. My method was do one thing then drink coffee on my verandah then continue with the next.
By lunchtime I felt up for a small explore and I remembered the graveyard that I had run by, 2 weeks ago, so did a quick research. I like graveyards, it's evidence of a life lived and gives tiny glimpses of personal history instead of war books. This graveyard was frightening but not for the reasons you may think.
Dikkops.
Known in English as the Spotted Thick Knee bird. However their knees aren't the frightening bits even if they move alarmingly fast. The movements towards - with hissing sounds and flapping wings are enough to make this dormant Alfred Hitchcock-ed bird phobic, pick up my camera and run for the gate. Although I proudly declare no squealing sounds were to be heard from me. After all that, the oldest gravestone I saw wasn't as old as the farm in the area around 1788 (due to forestry).
📷bird pic, not mine 😉🤣
I then had lunch in a rustic Moonshine Diner which was recommended by all the locals. It was fun, rather neat and I ate delicious chicken (or was it Dikkop?). Sadly it clouded over when I got back and I missed out on my last lagoon sunset. But I do have plenty of photos if I should find myself pining once I'm inland again.
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