Hello again from the damp gloom of the Warm Heart.
Today is dim, damp and green, like an extended pre-dawn.
The sky is heavily overcast and the sounds from the garden are muted and full of the quiet susurration of growing things. We has 50 mm of rain on Tuesday night and another 10 last night. The world seems to be thinking this over. Certainly the central north-east is getting none of the devastation of floods, and compared to views seen on television of bridges down and muddy water swirling through doorways, our lives are pretty mundane. I m told that the Kruger National Park has suffered severe damage, especially at Skukuza Camp where the fine old fig trees that graced the patio area outside the restaurant have been swept away.