Farm fields that stretch on as far as the eye can see ................ straight, prickly rows that seem to lead almost right to the bottom of Mt. Meru .....
Land which goes on forever, dipping and stretching towards the sky .... stretching towards the clouds .... stretching towards ...... nothingness
Hues of pink, purple, lilac, lavender, gold, silver streak the sky as Africa closes her eyes at the end of yet another day ......
And Tessa and Dibble curl up together on 'their' couch in the TV lounge for the night ........................ with not a care in the world
As we sit curled up beside the fire ..... watching the flames, warming our toes, listening to the distant throb of the generator, the cries of the bush babies & perhaps the odd nightjar.Time for bed now though - for who knows what tomorrow has in store for us ? Because no two days here, are ever quite the same ..............
