Fortunately, or not, it was decided that there would be too much gossip caused by my presence, among the additional "help" in particular, drafted in to assist in the massacre of the meat chickens....Not that the place isn't already awash with rumour started on my arrival...
So, instead, I have done very little. Very relaxing.
I walked down to the dam, which is only a few minutes from the house, and tried to sketch the scene. All I can say is that I'm glad I took the camera, as you can tell, I'm not a natural artist.
Still it was nonetheless a peaceful and calming way to kill an hour or so.
In the afternoon we walked among the tea, as we have everyday while I've been here, with the full complement of dogs, excluding the police dog, and kept an eye open for Duika (Pronounce diker) which are small deer, and Jackal, which I have yet to see.
I have slept a lot here, and feel as weak as I don't know what, I suspect it's still the altitude.
Chicken dinner (!) then flicked through the papers and slept again.....
