Independence Day, September 30, we go for a bush picnic with Sandra, Rory and their three boys. Their Afrika auto takes us to a nice bushy spot surrounded by gorgeous koppies and a gorge.
There even is a tree to give us shade and let the boys practice their Tarzan-qualities. Shade or no shade, it’s so blazing hot we decide to leave the firewood the man assembled during their exploration of the rocks for next time, and just enjoy luxurious loitering.
It’s amazing how tired you get from relaxing!
There was an item on Dutch World Services about youngsters drinking more alcohol then their parents know. Guess you need a Scottish boy to take his booze like a man and boast about it…
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