16 November 2013

Back to the Cederberg

Last weekend we went back to the Cederberg, the pest (or maybe I will start calling him the imbecile blanc- after that depressive feline Henri's sister) and me and our humans. Seems he regards me as a pillow.
But sometimes he can be quite clever, like when he grabbed his lead and ran down the road so that the Food Lady had to take us on a walk
over the rocks and down to the river.
They had come to put the fridge back after it had been fixed - and have a romantic dinner by the light of the newly repaired and re-wicked lamps.
The Alph loves a good fire.
The next morning Laddie did his trick with the lead again, and we set off in the early morning. These are starry seeds from the early spring Ursinia daisies
and the grass is full of pollen. We have never seen so much grass on Riversong.
Laddie loves to chase insects, like dragonflies and butterflies.
And he likes to explore in caves and hunt for ants and other scuttling crawling things, 
but every time I do anything, he is right behind me, pushing his nose into my business.
How about some breakfast oh Food Lady?
The Sugarbirds were really noisy this weekend. 
but we gave them a run for their money when I found a tortoise. We Scots regard tortoises as deliciously fragrant, moving chew toys! Oh joy.
But WHO soon pushed his way in and tried to claim the tortoise as his own. Mmm - the imbecile blanc!
After the Food Lady chased us off the tortoise, we all went down to the river for a cooling swim
including the Alph.
The Food Lady found some creamy little Disa harveyiana subsp. longicalcarata plants in flower,
while I hunted for otters near the pool and Laddie ate Hadeda poop.
Soon it was time to go home.
We passed some colourful vygies, 
and some pelargoniums - maybe P. coronopifolium - flowering on the roadside,
then lunch, a relax and home to Cape Town.

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