FleeTheEmptyNest

Then I was on my way to the airport. Against Liz and Bryan's wishes, I decided to take the bus to the airport, as it is a busy road, and although they were eager to take me, I knew that it was hard on them, as Liz was now helping out part time at the Kingshouse, and the mornings were busy at my hotel.
Actually, it is easy by bus, as I took the schoolbus to Stirling, and from there a bus to Glasgow, and from there the airport bus, and as everywhere I just hopped onto the next bus without lugging my luggage for miles, it was really no sweat.

As always I quite liked sitting at the airport watching the world go by, and before long I was seated in Emmerates plane, looking out into the cold night as the plane taxied down to our allotted strip. I was sad to leave Scotland, but was also looking forward to see my family, but still a bit apprehensive of my empty nest. But I knew that there was such a lot to do every time I went back now that I was to buy the plot, that I was not scared of being bored, and living alone did not seem such a big deal anymore!

This time however I was going with Trienkie and Stephan to their sheep farm outside Calvinia, one of the most beautiful, but dryest places in South Africa. If you like green only, this piece on our earth is not for you, but if you like different shades of brown and yellows, and rock formations, this is intriguing landscape.
During the year this is almost a desert, with miles and miles of low growing shrubs, but come September, and one good fall of rain will turn this barren half desert into a fairyland, as the seeds would come alive, and within days the barren hillocks would be covered in a carpet of the most beautiful and vivid flowers! Orange, purple, yellow, all just so magnificant that it is hard to believe that this was just a barren grazing field for the tough breeds of sheep, the only herbifore that can kind of survive there, of course with a little help from the farmers.