spring in the west

Been suffering from writers block since returning to Africa from the so called First World, need to slow down.
We’re now in the suicide months on Kanana, very hot, waiting for that elusive first rain which probably won’t arrive until late November.
Grass is tinder dry, yellow and waiting for a spark and gust of wind to start an inferno. Amazes me that animals still thrive on this brittle forage they’re drinking plenty of water though, guess to wash it down.
The camel thorns showing signs of life and have come into leaf, the browsers – giraffe, eland kudu - must be chuffed.
Had Luke and Jess here for last few weeks, they’re doing a dry run for the permanent move in February. Jess’s baby now very obvious and she’s brilliant, so cheerful and excited, even though she’s given up the weed and limited herself to one glass of red per day. Difficult in this heat to carry that extra weight, glad I’m a man! I empathise with Jess though and carrying a bit of extra weight myself in solidarity!
We’ve finally bought a new TV, a 50 inch plasma job, I can now see the footie and I’m ready to witness Sunderland’s renaissance.
Lara’s back at school, final term for her - study study study then exams and release. Her five years at DSG has flown, where does all the time go? She’s still not sure what to do next year, maybe a yachting skipper’s course in Cape Town!