Shelter from the Rain

We can finally sit outside and drink coffee on our veranda when it is raining.
It went up in several easy steps.





I had two young men from the village, Wankie and Lindile, helping me cast the concrete.
When we returned from a half our break for lunch the wet cement had kitten prints (several tracks in and out), dog prints (with his back legs showing clearly how he drags his nails with each step) village chicken prints (small) broiler chicken prints (large) Caleb’s foot prints. (I was slightly in the dog box for giving him a bollocking and slipping in a half hearted and frustrated whack (we are a non smack household, mostly, sometimes, when we are being good parents and not grumpy adults)

We got rid of Caleb’s prints, but left all the rest as a memento.

It was raining gently the other evening and it was with great pleasure that I sat under the roof and had a quiet whiskey, watching the lagoon and the coastline floating up at me though the mist in the moonlight.

This morning (Sunday) I had coffee with a good book in a light drizzle, and was distracted by a pod of at least 50 dolphins working their way across the bay.