A walk up the hill
We had a lovely morning walking on a footpath from the house, through the nearby grass, thorn and acacia, to where we could climb up the low hill which is next to the house. I love walking through this landscape. What can't be photographed is the lovely weather and the quality of the air. Warm but not too warm, cool but not too cool. There are butterflies everywhere, the occasional anthill and various other plants to look at. And the sound of people and other living things, including the occasional passing car on the road nearby, or even more occasional donkey cart.
Those are the rocks we wanted to reach. The footpath led through the grass to the base of the hill and...
...a slight scramble up the rocky road. That's Peter waving and giving the scale of the path. Several people passed us and I wished I could do more of a greeting than Dumela mma or Dumela rra as the case may be. And of course a polite demeanor (hands clasped?) and the addition of Ehhhh mma or Ehhh rra.
The walk would have been good even if we hadn't got to a look-out, but that was the icing on the cake. There were big flat rocks where we sat and enjoyed the panorama. Isn't it lovely?
Those are the rocks we wanted to reach. The footpath led through the grass to the base of the hill and...
...a slight scramble up the rocky road. That's Peter waving and giving the scale of the path. Several people passed us and I wished I could do more of a greeting than Dumela mma or Dumela rra as the case may be. And of course a polite demeanor (hands clasped?) and the addition of Ehhhh mma or Ehhh rra.
The walk would have been good even if we hadn't got to a look-out, but that was the icing on the cake. There were big flat rocks where we sat and enjoyed the panorama. Isn't it lovely?




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