The Langkloof

After Christmas we visited the husband's parents. As always the Langkloof was a great place to "get away from it all"—whatever that means when you're already on holiday.

The drizzly weather provided ample time for reading, taking naps, and bumming about in general. We also took a good look at father-in-law's house-in-progress and mother-in-law's always flourishing garden. You'll see her mobile chicken coops that are working out nicely. The chickens eat the bugs and fertilise (read: poop on) the soil, then after a while their coop is moved over a bit and the soil can be used for planting.

For someone who didn't like dogs I've kind of warmed to them, and sweet dogs like Tequila the German Shepherd and Pedro the Pavement Special make it much easier. Of course I already started my conversion some time ago with Trishka, the ever attention seeking Rottweiler/Border Collie.

We spent New Year's Eve in the classic fashion: barbeque. I think the steak was as big as my face. I don't know how I ate it all. After brunch with the family and our newphew—who I could finally meet—we made our way back to Stellenbosch. Upon our return the ocean was covered in mist. It was the first time ever I saw it like that. The mist stretched across farmland next to the road almost all the way home.