From Kenhardt we headed into different terrain, rocky and desert-like. Starkly beautiful Kokerboom trees stood out against the horizon, as did the precarious thatch-like nests of the sociable weavers on abandoned telephone poles.
The setting of our cottage was just exquisite, perched high on a rocky outcrop overlooking the vineyards, the irrigation sluice and the green flood plains of the river. D’Arcy and Paddy saw the dassies scrambling around the rocks and immediately indicated their approval. We saw the braai area overlooking the valley and poured a long cool drink, indicating our approval. Geoff cooked perfect lamb chops from our Sutherland stash. He also grilled pork sausages for our breakfast the following day. We put them on the kitchen counter to cool. Half an hour later, under our very noses, two cheeky mice made off with a sausage each. It was astounding and a little shocking. We really were in the wilderness. Perhaps next time we’ll bring the cats?
We were disappointed in our effort to find a charming place for lunch. We imagined a deck overlooking the river. Our hostess recommended a local place for pizza or Russians and chips and another for homemade pies (frozen ). Neither were what we had in mind for ambience or cuisine. Then we remembered a place that had the perfect setting – our own accommodation! So we had lunch at home and spent the afternoon reading and relaxing and avoiding the bitterly cold wind that sprung up in the afternoon. We took a walk around the guest farm in the late afternoon ahead of our braai for dinner.