One coner of the garden at our house on camp here in Kimwarrer Valley. Isn't the bougainvillea glorious?
I cannot believe that two weeks ago today we were still in South Africa (relaxing as pre-retirees should!) and today we are [thousands of] miles up the African continent in another country!
Yesterday we moved into our own house after spending the first five days being spoilt by the Guest House staff. Above is a corner in the garden of our house on camp. As time (and slow Internet connection allows) I will post photos of the house interior. It reminds me of an old farmhouse we lived in for many years in Zululand in the seventies and eighties.
Caro strides off to meet and instruct my new cleaning lady. I hung back to take photos of the beautiful setting
On Monday we finally took our luggage and other personal effects down to our house in the corner of the camp. Sephanie had arranged a cleaning lady for me and Caro offered to go and instruct her in her duties. The house was already spotlessly clean but Caro wanted the new lady (whose name is Naomi) to sweeep and wipe the floors, wash the windows and dust the furniture. Grant and I moved into a fresh and welcoming home.
The valley we live in is surrounded on three sides by huge mountains (the same mountain/s we ascended yesterday to El Doret) and each house nestles in tropical bush with huge trees in every garden. We have the only baobab tree in camp which has tickled Grant pink. He says he wonders how many people can say they have a giant baobab tree in their garden. I say I wonder how many people care, LOL!
The giant baobab tree in our garden
I love this old thorn tree in the bottom of the garden. A few years ago it fell down, (due to heavey rains and wind) but Sue asked the gardeners not to remove it. It has grown again where it lies. I have seen this happen before in my own garden back in South Africa
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