Carol Gey van Pitttius

Friday 26 October 2018

The Hatch in Worcester

I have just spent a lovely three days in a little cabin called The Hatch.  It is situated on a working apple farm in Worcester.  Samantha and Ashleigh and the kiddies all came with and helped me to celebrate a birthday getaway in the country.



Lovely deck to sit and watch the sunrise.



I wish we had stayed for longer and that i had brought some paint and canvas with me as the views were so inspiring.

It was chilly at night, but we sat around the fire and toasted marshmallows and kept warm chasing Thuli and Momo around.  Zach was the fire guy and kept the home fires burning and Edie was the number one baby chaser.  Samantha was the Chief cook and bottle washer and kept us all very very well fed.



I wonder which one tastes the best?
We took a long walk around the rows of sweet smelling apples and Thuli picked pink apples for us to eat
Ash and Mo relaxing on the soft grass.


Edie-Beadie and Aunty Sammy taking Thuli for a walk to see all the apples.

We visited the chickens and geese and fed the goats.   Momo stayed at the cottage with his mommy and they lay on a blanket in the long grass counting clouds.

Little boy in the long grass.


Whilst visiting the goats, one of the farm workers came along and gave Mo and Thuli each a little pumpkin for their dinner.  I'm sure that when they get back home,  Ash will cook the mini pumpkins for them.

Pumpkin time.


The inside of the cabin was one big room with enough sleeping place for 6 plus a baby in a cot.  There were a lot of toys for the little ones to play with as well as interesting books for everyone to read.

The beds were cosy.



The sweet smelling apples.





Cider apples ready for picking.



Apple for Gogo

Sitting around the fire.

Gogo, Muhammed and Amatullah


The little pumpkin fairy.
I would love to go back one day when the weather is warmer and spend some time painting and relaxing.  Maybe one day.

Friday 31 August 2018

Denise

Maybe my sister Denise is a part of what represents Home to me.  The familiar, friendly, loving face of my sister.  Going home means going to visit Denise and the good times we will share, the adventures, the fun and the laughter.  Perhaps that is Home?

                                                      Denny and Gemima

The other way home


When we were kids and going somewhere on a journey with our parents, a "long" journey from Marina Beach to Durban perhaps, we would always stop at a picnic site like this one to break the journey.  In those days driving that distance on the old coastal road would take hours, not like the quick journey it is today with modern highways.  So perhaps this is the way home i was looking for, perhaps seeing this photograph a few days ago is what made me so homesick.  I don't know what it was, but now I'm sad.

Home

Where is home?  Feeling homesick and really down in the dumps. I would like to go home now, but where exactly is that?

Midmar - The Way Home

Tuesday 12 June 2018

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