Swellendam, Western Cape

I have been spending less and less time away from the screen. Not a conscious effort, just lack of time. It’s become almost impossible for me to blog or even visit blogs (sorry, I miss you guys) during the week and then by the time the weekend comes along, I need a time out from a desk. My creative energy has been antsy though and I have needed to fill the void – I bought a sewing machine and am sewing my angst away, I’m researching studies and taking a good hard look at where I am in my career, I’m unpacking the last of the boxes and planting my feet firmly in Australian soil. It’s coming together, slowly but surely. In the meantime, I am blogging when I find a spare few minutes because, well, I love this little corner of the internet. I love the connections I have made with people I have never met. And it’s as simple as that.

I’ll leave you with some pictures from our trip to the sleepy little town of Swellendam (on the wine route) to visit Jordan’s grandparents. His gran lives in a little retirement cottage nestled in the mountains with one of the most incredible views I have ever seen. We stayed for a day and were mesmerised by the sunset, rolling mists, twinkling lights and breath-taking sunrises (jet lag throughout our holiday meant we were up for most sunrises). If jet lag doesn’t get you up, the franklins and guinea fowl will make sure you are up. We had a rollercoaster of emotions with a fleeting visit to his ailing grandfather in frail care and then moving on to visit childhood spots, historic landmarks and picking clementines straight from the tree. It was a bittersweet time.

Coming out of the hatch Jordan’s gran had built into the floor. We are pretty sure it’s not compliant with any sort of Building Code…