Braai is probably the best ‘South African’ word there is. It just sounds so much better than BBQ. Even my Finnish family has adopted the word to their speech. And luckily, spit braai does not actually require you to spit.

When the sun is setting, between dusk and darkness, there is a moment when the light turns blue. And the world stops for a heartbeat.
Braai is probably the best ‘South African’ word there is. It just sounds so much better than BBQ. Even my Finnish family has adopted the word to their speech. And luckily, spit braai does not actually require you to spit.

Saturday was Midsummer in Finland. It is one of the biggest celebrations of the year in the north, and always makes me a little homesick. To celebrate, we had a little mid-winter fire and some good food with friends. And ironically, the weather was better in Joburg than what is was in Finland…
Friday. Wine.
When Merlin was very little, I was working from home. Thus he initially felt he was more ‘my dog’ than Stuart’s. But that has changed. My lap is still the favourite in the evenings, but Stuart is definitely more fun. And more reliable in all this food-delivery business.

As mentioned before, both Stuart and I are passionate readers. We both get through at least 1-2 books a week – but unfortunately never read the same books. We have the same taste in almost everything, but books. Therefore, we both have to go through the pain of finding what to read next – every week.
Some evenings when I come home, I really struggle for photo topics. It sometimes feels I have already taken a picture of every single object in the house. Those days, internet can be useful. This picture was inspired by few photographers much better than myself. But I guess that is one sign of a great photo. It inspires. So thank you!
From my painting days, I still have the little “model doll” on my table. There is something satisfying in twisting it to different positions every few days. A slow and still dance.
People of Mpumalanga don’t suffer from undue modesty – or how else do you explain a place called ‘God’s Window’. But I have to admit, the views are phenomenal. Along the winding mountain roads are little villages with crafts, great restaurant, whisky and – naturally – curios to all tastes.
One of the places we visited was Pilgrim’s Rest – a little village with number of houses restored to their ‘previous glory’. My favourite spot is the old BP Garage and it’s famous car that has been left to ‘Rust in Peace’.
Sunday was cold. Because we were travelling with Merlin, restaurants did not let us inside, so brunch was a chilly – if tasty – affair. However, a walk to a Bridal Veil waterfall warmed us right up – and made both Merlin and myself comfortably snoozy for the drive back home. Luckily, Stuart is made of stronger stuff.
I’ve been to Mpumalanga three times before, and twice I was unable to see much further than my own hand due to heavy mist, and thus unable to enjoy the famous views from the Panorama Route. The third time I was white water rafting in Blyde River and never got high enough to enjoy the views. Fourth time lucky.