Ending the year in subdued style

I’ve just realised this is likely to be my last real blog post this year, which leaves me in a bit of a pickle because I don’t have any news to impart.

December has been conspicuous by its paucity of noteworthy events in our personal lives. Everything’s been somewhat subdued here in the Flatlands. Other than having the pleasure of my eldest moving next door to us at the Crumbly Cottage, we haven’t been anywhere, done anything or explored further in our new surroundings, the main reason being – sorry for being a stuck record about this – the ‘orrible weather.

Added to that, we are now in lockdown again – I won’t go down that road – so access to anything even remotely festive isn’t possible.

So, if you put these two together, you’ll appreciate that opportunities for celebrating life, either on water or land, have been limited. Most of my time on the Vereeniging has been spent clearing leaves from the willow tree, only to have one puff of wind (seemingly timed for maximum annoyance) add a fresh layer of them to the hatches and the deck (see, I told you I had no new news!)

And when not chasing leaves, I’ve been ducking inside out of the rain and cold. We’ve been nice and cosy in the Vereeniging, though; the old diesel stove has been doing a sterling job of pumping out the warmth just as we like it. It’s something of a luxury, I’ll admit, because the way energy prices are escalating means our warmth is coming at a massively increased cost. We have a slight respite, however. The diesel we’re using at the moment for the stove comes from the Hennie H, whose tank we had to largely drain because it was showing signs of diesel bug. Luckily, it doesn’t last long enough as heating fuel to get any worse. Since we bought it when diesel was a lot cheaper, we’re counting those particular blessings. Sometimes, there’s gold at the end of the rainbow; in the case of the photo below, two of them! 

I took this picture in November before all the leaves had fallen. What fascinated me was that I could even see where the rainbow ended in front of the trees. Did I go and look for the pot? No, because I’m a great believer in ‘let the mystery be’.

On Friday, I shall get my little tree out and our neighbour-daughter is coming to help me decorate it, as per our Christmas Eve tradition. Christmas itself will be celebrated on the Vereeniging, so I hope the rain gods will also take a festive break and allow us to go for an afternoon walk with the family. It’s about as much as current circumstances permit, but at least we can be together for a while.

Have a good one yourselves, allemaal, and I’ll leave you with these photos of the wild horses I snapped the other day in our nearby nature reserve. I always love to see them and for once, it was a (rare), sunshiny afternoon.