Hornlessness

This weekend we went for a big food shop at Richards Bay. Not much to report except that we fixed the air conditioning in the car. Mary and I celebrated as if a leap of leopards had just passed by and posed for our camera.

Unfortunately, the car developed another problem on the return journey. Trying to honk a cow off the road, our horn packed up. For the rest of the journey we had to halt and wait for umpteen cows, goats, hens etc to complete their evening crossings - unhurried. The beautifully cool air belting out and Bob Dylan’s idealistic whine meant we retained great inner peace throughout.