We celebrated Father’s Day at Jo and Steve’s place last Sunday. My Dad made a Portuguese-style curried crab, while Steve’s Dad did a Mauritian-style fish curry. Both were so damn delicious. I ate far too much but it was really amazing sitting with our huge, extended family at the table outside enjoying good food and wine. One of my many happy moments of being grateful that we moved back home. Good times, good times…
Whenever I see this pic, I laugh out loud and think of my sister. She has such a fear when it comes to our little feathered friends. I used to torment her as a kid by running through a lazy bunch of pigeons at the beach so they would flap around her head and freak her out. Shame, I wasn’t a very nice younger sister. Or maybe I was a typical younger sister? Your call…
So South Africa has a LOT of public holidays but I’m really not complaining. My Mom and Craig were here from Joburg to celebrate Jake’s 4th birthday. Poor Craig shares his birthday with Jake’s – so he’s now ‘forgotten’ every year. Even though this year was his 50th! Poor guy. Anyway, we got to spend some quality time with them while they were here. The Devil Duck was a gift from my mother for Freya – typically my mother’s sense of humour (and mine). I love him. We took Freya for a walk along the beach front on our day off. She loves it. She’s so interested in everything. From mangey old pigeons to her own shadow – she chased and kicked at her own shadow for ages!
Delving through the ol’ archives now . . . these pics were taken when we went away to Zinkwazi for the weekend in March. My birthday is the day after another friend of ours, Sianne – so she invited a group of friends to go away and celebrate together – her parents have a holiday home in Zinkwazi which is only about 45 minutes out of Durban. It’s such a beautiful part of Natal and we’ll be heading back that side in December this year with another group of friends. Can’t wait!
I’ve been hearing about Glenwood Bakery and Parc for so long now but I haven’t had the chance to get there until last weekend. I ordered some bread from Glenwood Bakery on the Friday as I had friends coming over for lunch on the Saturday. I called Jo in the morning and we decided to go together and have breakfast next door at Parc afterwards. I had the eggs benedict and it was delicious. The hollandaise was perfect. My eggs could have cooked for maybe a minute longer but besides that, loved it all.
Our friends, Ed and Alex, from London, came to visit us recently. We really wanted to take them to see the Berg while they were here. We went away for 3 days and loved every minute of it. It’s the longest we’ve been away from Freya but it was a good break for us too.
While we were there, we went on a walk and came across this beautiful natural pool with a small waterfall. Sheldon and I decided that day that it would be the perfect spot to scatter Max’s ashes. We were holding on to his ashes for over a year and it was starting to play on my mind. I hated that he was in this box in my cupboard. I wanted to set him free again.
This place felt right. It was natural. It had running water. Surrounded by greenery and mountains. It felt alive and we felt good there too. We thought it would be a good place to go back to one day, when Freya’s older and understands.
We went back the next day to scatter his ashes. We got in the freezing cold water and opened the box. Sheldon poured his ashes in to my hand and then did the same in to his hands. We let go of him in the running water and said our goodbyes and cried our tears.
It was so hard but it was something we needed to do. Our final goodbye to our boy.