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The enthusiastic rooster heralded in the morning across the quiet lowveld hills. It was 3am so this fellow was certainly taking his job seriously! It was pitch dark outside and the soft patter of rain could be heard on the sodden African earth. The rooster had not woken me but merely added to my wakeful state. There was another culprit……the recently refurbished family grandfather clock.

 It was also doing things by the book. Its old hands had struck out the bewitching hour with 12 loud thuds. I listened to the gongs every hour. After that I felt qualified to comment on the quality and tone of this marvelous time piece. It had a proud rich tone and had the added benefit of a fine pedigree too. This distinguished clock had been keeping time on the farm homestead for 3 generations. The grand dame had witnessed many joyous family celebrations and faithfully sounded out the rising hour when it was time to do the day’s toil. But she was also there when it was time to savour sun downers on the patio and reflect on the day. Surely ‘she’ was allowed to be heard! The even sound comforted me in my jet lagged state. 
I always find the whole process of jumping continents a difficult one and my body clock was objecting to the 7 hour time difference.  It felt like it was trying to tell me something.

“Hey, get up! There is a whole world out there waiting to be discovered!”

He was cock of the walk!

He was cock of the walk!

Sleep had come easy that evening after a few glasses of a fine red in front of the crackling fire.  The excitement of being back in South Africa and reconnecting with our ‘old life’ had lulled me into a temporary soporific state. The soft farm bed and the joy of being horizontal instead of being cramped up in an airplane seat just added to my comfort. Oh the pure joy of stretching out my tall frame! Unfortunately my luxurious comfort did not last long as the disrupted biorhythms kicked in. Bong! The grand daddy clock’s loud dong of 12 strikes struck my wake up chord. My eyes stretched wide open and that was me done for the night.

 “Hello world, I am ready for the day!” 

But there were some benefits……I listened to the familiar sounds of an African thunder storm. It crashed and rolled down the valley and resonated through the hills. Then the heavy patter of rain clattered on the tin roof. The already damp earth soaked up more of the run off.  I was back in Africa for a while and I had to make the most of every moment! There were places to see and old friends to meet!

It takes a child to to remind us to look around...

It takes a child to to remind us to look around…

‘From the day we arrive on the planet and blinking we step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done. There is far too much to take in here more to find than can ever be found.”



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