To Slur…

My previous post highlighted the word “strut” and I suggested you should spend the week “strutting your stuff” to see how it makes you feel…..?!

Well, I ended up strutting my stuff on the lawns of a most beautiful winery on Saturday afternoon along with a gaggle of supposed fine wine connoisseurs, who I would say were most definitely strutting and perhaps ever so slightly slurring!

It was a fabulous afternoon of strutting and slurring all the same, which is understandable when there were 200 wines being presented, along with mouth-watering canapes from some of the vineyards most talented chefs at this relaxed event on the grounds of Buitenverwachting Estate.   One of Constantia’s many vineyards and I certainly do feel spoilt to be living on their doorstep here in Cape Town.

One of the vineyard owners commented on my accent detecting the British/ Australian notes and I confirmed my global tour is allowing me to sample the best wine every corner of the World has to offer!  We decided a move to France may well be the most obvious next choice for me to continue my studies.  I am sure I could participate in the Champagne region quite merrily for a while!

However, I am far from finished with my tastings here and with South Africa boasting 18 official wine routes and 2 brandy routes I am now busily booking up every long weekend at a different vineyard!  Hmmmmmm…….. Could this be dangerous?!  Just necessary I think! After all, I need to know what I am talking about if I am going to be able to strut and slur amongst these connoisseurs!

Buitenverwachting Winery.

A glorious afternoon sampling the finest & freshest grapes in South Africa!

If you can keep your head…

“If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:…..”
Ostrich.

I appear to have lost my head…!

February…

…The shortest month of the year.

Here in the Southern Hemisphere it is the seasonal equivalent of August in the Northern Hemisphere.

So whilst my fellow English folk in the UK praise it for being so short and will spring to reveal longer days and buds of life with the eager anticipation of March…

…I am wanting each day to pass as slowly as possible on the Western Cape as we bask in glorious sunshine and radiant blue skies.

Growing up in one hemisphere and then moving to another will always confuse my senses….

Winter is no longer when winter always was and summer is no longer when summer always was…

Spring and autumn have reversed themselves too, and I have an array of seasonal memories that no longer fit my minds traditional months.

Each season always brings change anyhow, and nothing is ever quite the same as it was.

So whichever way round the seasons go, month to month or hemisphere to hemisphere, I shall accept them.

For what is normal at any given time anyway…?!

Flower burst.