37/67 Walking because I can

Thanks for the words of love and care after yesterday's post. It feels good to be held by friends and also by people who knew Ammie. I thought afterwards how she would have gone out for dinner and drunk a bottle of good champagne, or Pongracz if she was a little skint. She might have indulged herself in a beautiful piece of lingerie, but equally she might have bought a bunch of pretty things from Mr Price, or Monsieur Prix, as we liked to joke. 

Today's 60 minutes was partially a walk in a place I love after the rains, and Rondebosch Common is gumboot land now. I haven't seen it so wet, and as it gently drops in gradient from Red Cross Hospital side towards Sawkins road, you see quite large masses of water accumulate on the mountain side. Not long now, and the spring bulbs will flower. Today, it was labrador heaven, and worth a few photos. In summer, I like to walk barefoot on the soft and sandy paths. The Friends of the Common are careful about removing rubbish, so, for a suburban wetland, it's very clean. 

And the second part of exercise today was putting on my rucksack and trainers and walking to Woolies for a few supper things. We are considering selling the gas-guzzling car, so it is something I may do more often. Suburban South Africans, as we know, love their cars. We use them for trips under a kilometer, and clog up parking lots, and pay car guards to watch our vehicles which we have already insured against the dangers of driving and crime,  so we can continue not to walk anywhere if we can avoid it. We are an odd unthinking lot.