Hubby retired in 1997 and has never been busier! He loves building things and if circumstances were different in his childhood, he would probably have been a designer or inventor of some sort. Over the past couple of months he spent countless hours building a camping trailer and he decided that Christmas was just the occasion to try it out, thus the decision to go camping.
I, on the other hand is still employed fulltime and my best holiday destination is my own house. I love quietude and nature but all I have to do to get both, is walk or drive in any direction for about 10 minutes and I am in the bush, away from noise and surrounded by the Bushveldt. I like my own bed and my own bath fits met just right. I love travelling the world via the internet and visiting with my family and friends on my cellphone.
However, the daughters and I agreed,
kicking and screaming in the spirit of Christmas, to give Hubby his wish and off we went to a friend's farm, only about 15 kilometres away from home. The camping spot was right next to an old, but quite habitable house, on the farm, so thank you very much for the indoor bath and toilet facilities and for electricity, but oh dear, no cellphone reception and even less internet signal.
Once there the tent had to be pitched. Of course, this was easier said than done as we have not used it for ages and each of us remembered pitching it in a different manner, but once we discovered that the green struts were in fact longer than the yellow ones (lol) it took no time at all. Next Hubby set up his trailer and Mom and daughter alike, were very impressed with it.
It really had everything you needed, including a portable shower and toilet which we would not need on this trip. There was a place for everything you could possibly need and everything you could possibly need was in its place.
Well done, Hubby!
The rest of Thursday was spent relaxing and snoozing in the shade of the trees. Thursday evening we opened Christmas presents and went to bed quite early. Just as well, because Christmas day was announced (with first light) with a fanfare of Hadida and Guinea Fowl calls. When we stuck our heads out, this was what we saw:
My two favourite Bushveldt symbols!
The Warthog is the father of six little hogs, but the mother is still very protective of them and allowed us just a glimpse of her brood when we arrived and then wisked them off into hiding (lol)
The serenity of the Bushveldt. Even my city girl could not resist spending a few moments of letting it seep into her soul.
On Christmas night everybody else were off to bed again very early. This left me sitting out in the dark enjoying the gentle glow of the moonlight through the trees and over the Bushveldt and listening to the symphony of the night near the bush. As the peace and wonder of the Bushveldt in moonlight folded in around me and seeped into my soul, I once again realised the enormity of creation and how very small I am in the vastnes of the universe and yet, I am so loved that the Christmas Child was born specifically for me...