Monday, August 30, 2010

Having dropped J6NUT off in Malmsbury, we shuttled on througfh to Cape Town in a small complimentary vehicle, managed to get to the art shop and buy soome supplies before racing to collect Little at 1.00 on Friday.
He was a vision in stripes! He is having physio on his knees and ankles three times a week now..his legs have grown so long, and with the injury of last year, his joints/tendons/ligaments are very overstretched and he has great difficulty running..even walking down the stairs first thing in the morning. So the school are making use of their resident physio and his legs are all taped up to aid his movement, he also has excersises to do everyday to help stabilise his joints .

Anyway he bounded up to us [he is by no means a cripple!] and flapped the sole of his trainers at us. Clearly new trainers are on the shopping list for the weekend. In an illadvised move, Big sumarily ripped the sole off of Littles trainer, causing great delight amongst the group of boys who had come to greet us.

Birthday boy with his duaghters

A busy Friday, lunching with the delightful Monique and her boys [she is in ZA for three weeks from UK] . We had arranged to meet Nils, the guy who runs the Winchester Mansions for a drink at 6.30, and ended up having a pre birthday supper with him and his family in the hotel resteraunt..much fun had by all , in particular his two daughters who couldnt be persuaded to take  their hands off the ipad.

August marks Arum lillies growing wild in all of the verges and hedgerows on the final 100 miles towards Cape Town..I simply cant believe how such beautiful flowers grow like weeds, it was like seeing blue bells enmasse, and I wanted to stop and just pick armfulls of them...Big doesnt share my greed for arum lillies and so we hurtled past them at speed.
On Saturday we woke to heavy mist and rain..I mean English rain..Cats and Dogs stuff ,and it was cold. So we headed out to Franschhoek to find the motor museum and restock with my favorite wine and some french cheeses for Big. All succesfully achieved and we returned to Cape Town for a late supper at Key4 on the Waterfront..still searching for Littles size 13[ uk adult!] trainers..the shops are open late at the Waterfront, and at 9.00 we became fed up with the snorts of ridicule from every shiop we went into...NO ONE had trainers this big, and the Edwins were starting to regret the high jinks with which they had ripped his old ones apart!

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Little in a cold corner of Q4`s ourside resteraunt, fed up with shoe hunting.

Sunday morning in Cape Town is always a difficult one. We have to be on the road homeward bound by 12.30, in order to make it back to the farm before dark..it being far too dangerous to travel through the desert landscape in the dark [sun sets about 7.00pm]..by dangerous, I mean animals and birds racing across the  landscape and into the car.


Little demonstrating how to consume the "Mango tongues", left in our room at the Mansions. DISGUSTING!
 Little had been invited to attend the school rugby braai by one of his buddies, and before we dropped him off at the high school, we had one last attempt at finding trainers..in a huge sports shop, about 2 minutes from school, we found the last pair of size 13 trainers in South Africa..HURRAH!
Feeling suitably delighted, we left Little in the company of his friends and wended our way back to Malmsbury to collect a serviced J6NUT,and headed homeward..as it was ,we didnt get back to the farm, until well after dark at 8.30. The dogs were, as always beside themselves to see us.

View of palm fronds from the galleried landing of the Mansions.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hunting for trainers in an adult size would not be difficult here as everyone wears them, from toddlers to the elderly! I'm surprised that you had so much trouble, unless you were in shops set up for kids' sizes.

It was a rainy day put to good use.

The lilies by the side of the road look like what I call calla lilies. Maybe they are related. Couldn't you dig some up to plant at home?

I see Little still has his sense of humor and so does your photo software!

My goodness, I am glad Little's school has a physiotherapist and thus is encouraged to keep exercising those long legs of his. I wonder when he'll stop growing.

Lovely birthday party. Whose ipad?
I love the picture of the palm fronds and the feathery flowers.

Gerry

DAWN said...

No..all the shops we went into were adult ones Gerry. he is a USA size 14 [adult] perhaps I shall simply have to get some shipped in..they could sail under their own steam from the States to here..and carry extra cargo!

Yes you call them Calla lillies..remember the fantastic work of Georgia Okeefe. They need very marshy land to grow succesfully, Eugene told me that even a bog garden wont sustain their insatiable thirst. but he has a friend who is visiting from Cape Town in two weeks and he always brings armfulls of cut flowers, so he has promised me a few for the house.

Yes that photoserver seems to have a lopsided sense of humour..I just cant delelte the large file..infuriating ,as there are several pictures that I would love to see that big on the blog..I`m sure Little will forgive me if I say, this is not one of them!

Little actually asked if there was anything that he could take to stop growing, he was actually referring to his foot size..I suggested that at his time of life [Ha] it was noit a good isea and that he should simply let nature take its course.

DAWN said...

Forgot to say..Its Bigs ipad!
I couldnt resist putting that photo af the palm fronds in, it would work up well in a fabric design.