Fly on the wall

My dad always used to give the flies names- especially the ones who were frequent flyers(and landers) when we would visit Blenheim Farm on December Summer holiday visits to Stellenbosch. Since those days I have discovered inventive ways of keeping them away. You have to keep your finger on them if you know what I […]

There’s always a mountain. Wire?

There is always a mountain… or a long passage way with an end you don’t know if it should be your destination. Today I found out that that foreign territory is somebody else’s every day life and comfort zone. If you give it(or them) a chance there is always a good samaritan who will point […]