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The quiet after the rush ... |
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The rush is over ... for now ... and the calming quietness of the bush has returned. Not that the bush ever really is quiet - there are the beetles with their high-pitched buzz, the birds, insects, a Zebra in the distance, and the soft hum of things happening.
The days are long and hot with the humidity peaking at the danger point some days. Each afternoon we keenly look into the western sky to see if there is a storm brewing to cool the earth off before dusk, or if the stifling hot day will turn into a stuffy, clammy evening.
Once again Dave and I have more opportunity to grab a couple of beers and head off to the water's edge to throw a line, and watch the sun setting behind the hills where our lodge is built.
Now for those of you who don't know us, I must at this point mention that this fishing thing is something new. Never had we thought that this is what we would actually want to do. Dave is really getting into fishing, and when we don't have worms, Toffee (our Jackie X) and I charge around through the tall grass in pursuit of hoppers - this is what the Bream favour, we've been told! What a sight it must be - Toffee with her little slinky white body and long tail bounding along, and me lumbering through the grass frantically grabbing at nothing .... not so easy to see them hoppers without specs on!
So this is our lives from now on .... or so it will be once we've moved from our home of 20 years in Kwambonambi to live out our dream - to live on our reserve!
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