After having relocated over 1000 km (750 miles) to a different climate zone, I have learned that though there are many aspects to moving that I thought I anticipated, it takes time to understand that in some senses one becomes unmoored. Although we relocated within the same country—we semigrated as it is dubbed locally—why should it feel quite so disorientating?
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After the recent fires much of the landscape is still barren and bleak. A little rain has coaxed some grasses and resprouters into sparse patches of green, but on the low-lying sandy flats thousands of candelabra lilies (Brunsvigia orientalis) have, almost literally, burst into bloom in an explosion of crimson colour. The sight is even more impressive as little else is flowering.
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Yes that’s right, a hot winter’s day. Yesterday’s high temperature of 28°C intensified the season’s dryness as we found when we ventured forth from suburbia for a walk in the Drakensberg mountains. Continue reading “Mountain walking on a hot winter’s day”
