The House of Love
Arriving felt like the warm embrace of an old friend, love and light flickering in every corner, a fire burning, enticing us into a world that we wanted to know, that we wanted to be ours.
Arriving felt like the warm embrace of an old friend, love and light flickering in every corner, a fire burning, enticing us into a world that we wanted to know, that we wanted to be ours.
This weekend I discovered that I am what they call in the States, a leaf peeper: someone who actively seeks out Autumn-bearing trees, most notably the Oak tree, the Poplar tree and the Japanese Maple tree. A friend had suggested I take a visit to Kenmo Lake just […]
The road around Umtata to the Wild Coast was a hell-raiser! Not because of the actual road but because of the drivers. They all seemed to be driving like there was no tomorrow, willing to risk their lives (and the lives of oncoming motorists) by overtaking on blind […]