Sundowners on Marble Mountain

Friday Afternoon

When it is forty degrees and the sun burns to the touch, what can you do but go swimming—well, soaking. I got in and sat there with only my head out, glasses on, hat on, singlet on so as not to burn and kept my cool.

There was a lovely serving of chocolate cake, tea and coffee at 3:00. Followed by more soaking. My happy hour here involves soaking—mind you doing laundry in the sink is rewarding when t-shirts dry in ten minutes and heavy denim jeans in half an hour IN THE SHADE!

At 6:00 pm, the girls (twins) and I headed to Marble Mountain to watch the sunset. Peron brought drinks and he had a small bottle of bubbly so, of course, I had a lovely sweet drink before coming back for dinner and an early night to bed.

Weaver bird community. It began as one nest and now houses hundreds of birds.

Evening stalker. 

I LOVE the light at night. 

Oryx grazing at dusk. 

A Springbok. 

Peron and the twins. 

Happy Bwana. 

I love the golden glow of dusk. Is there a prettier time of day? 

The marble is poor quality, unfortunately, but lovely, and the wind carves ridges in it. It gets very windy here in the heights of the desert.