Christmas started with us sleeping late. Since we both got to bed at about 1am after midnight mass, I thought this was allowed. The first thing I did on getting up was write out Christmas cards for Laura and the B&B hosts.
Then we had breakfast. This frittata was pretty good. Tim Noakes would approve.
This was my view while I spoke to my parents and wished them Merry Christmas.
I didn’t get a good look at it so can’t be sure it was a boomslang. Whatever it was, it moved incredibly quickly. I named it Harold, in honour of Doris the scorpion. I wasn’t able to get a photo of it, so here’s a Christmas shongololo instead:
Then it was off to Pezula for Christmas lunch. This, as it turned out, was not the correct venue. Nonetheless, the man there showed us to a table and we sat, bemused at being surrounded by screaming kids, cheap crackers and grenadine cocktails.
“Google it,” I said. This can’t be right. Eventually we asked if there was a, erm, another venue. It turned out we should have gone to the hotel. This was the right venue. Here I am in the red dress I packed just so that I would look suitably Christmassy:
This is the menu:
Here are our starters. Pea soup for me, crocodile for Laura.
These are the mains (turkey for me, fish for Laura):
And finally, dessert, which was the best of the three courses:
After lunch, we admired this view:
and then rolled home down the hill. On the way, my brother Charles called via Facetime and I was able to take him on a drive through Knysna while he watched from Swindon. We briefly got lost and ended up in a cul de sac, but it was all very pleasant.
Back at the B&B, I read (We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver) and slept. Later I took another walk to my favourite spot on the rocks, had a swim and a shower, and then chatted to Tessa our host about her cats (Mousey and Ratty) while enjoying some of her mom’s homemade mince pies and fruit cake.
I am now it a carb coma. It was a good day. I hope yours was too.
It was a good day.