High as a Kite (if you want to . . )

Faster than Light (if you want to . . ) – Moody Blues “The Best Way To Travel” I’ve always wanted to fly. Who hasn’t? But I dislike noise, so while my first flight in a light aeroplane – with an Odendaal or a Wessels piloting it – was great, and my first flight acrossContinue reading “High as a Kite (if you want to . . )”

Sheffield Beach Tribal Gathering

When I found them they were huddled together like Vaalies on a beach. Oh, wait! They WERE Vaalies on a beach. I should have taken a picture of Brauer’s beach outfit: A double-padded fluffy anorak. Sort of a Tshwane Tshpeedo. And a hoed. We soon scurried off the dreaded sand in search of lunch. InContinue reading “Sheffield Beach Tribal Gathering”

An Armrest Kink

You need to kick back with Binocs, Beer, Telescope on Tripod and – lately – Camera to do your front porch birding justice, and I have just the chair for it on my porch – a Lazy Boy thingamiebob. Newish . . An Argentine-African United Nations veterinarian writes a lovely blog he calls A BushContinue reading “An Armrest Kink”

What a Storm!

Left home at 9am and got back at 2pm. Never did get to work. Sat the whole time in this storm. Thought it was bad till I saw the videos of the worst places! This was mild! Meanwhile at the practice, the ladies were having their own good time: Bloody Tropical Storm Koos! ============================= CleanupContinue reading “What a Storm!”

Bass Straits and Dire Straits

Early Sunday morning I roust the lil bastids. C’mon, Up! Let’s go. Off to Inanda Dam where they’re going to slay the bass. Tom, Jose & Ryan. 45yrs of trouble on six legs and, according to them, fishermen of note. We hire two canoes from Msinsi and off they go. “See you in about twoContinue reading “Bass Straits and Dire Straits”

The Old Pont

It’s 2015 and I’m on the banks of the Umtamvuna on the border of the old Transkei  and old Natal. It’s paradise. There’s a broad deep river, a great sunset and the sounds of herons, guineas and francolin settling for the night. Also a black cuckoo complaining he’s feeling indisposed. All of it drowned outContinue reading “The Old Pont”

Tugela Gorgeous – Boats and Bosoms

Bernie Garcin (Bernie and the Jets), Doug Retief (Doug the Thief), Dave Walker (Lang Dawid) and me at Fig Tree Sandbank campsite, one of the planet’s most beautiful spots. Three plastic (or ‘tupperware’) Perception Dancers and one Quest in 1984 and 1985 – we went both years. In those early days old-timers would still mockContinue reading “Tugela Gorgeous – Boats and Bosoms”

Palmiet Rangers

Field Marshal Geoffrey Carruthers OBE VC ESO with bar, decided we needed to jack up the patrolling of the Palmiet Nature Reserve. So he issued a decree and press-ganged a bunch of people into becoming rangers – Palmiet Rangers! and promised us suitable uniforms for the job. We thought YAY! something like this: but allContinue reading “Palmiet Rangers”

River trip Deepdale – Hella Hella

We left Bernie’s white Ford Escort at Hella Hella with the Porters, and drove round to Deepdale in my white Ford Cortina. Linda Grewar (who became a notable paddler herself – she later won the Fish river marathon mixed doubles with Bernie!) then drove my car back to Durban. ‘Seconds’! ‘Helpers’ ‘Chauffeurs’! What would weContinue reading “River trip Deepdale – Hella Hella”

The Photographic Record

Every year Trish got a professional photographer to the kids’ parties. Me, I’m scrooge. I’ll take the pictures. I can do this! So at the kids’ uShaka Waterworld party I tried to photograph everyone. But I didn’t get one of lovely young Hannah, and she left early. I told Tom. “Doesn’t matter”, he says, “She’sContinue reading “The Photographic Record”