Livingstone (full name Dr Livinstone I Presume) came walking into our garden eight years ago. He was a starving piece of skin wrapped around hunched over bones. The only reason the jackals didn’t eat him was that it had been snowing solidly for 36 hours and no self-respecting jackal hunts when it is snowing.
Ever since then he has guarded the two self-feeders with a ferociousness that scares the other dogs. They have to sneak a meal while he’s sleeping. Or while he is gazing lovingly at the heater as witnessed here. The look in his eyes is so soppy that I feel sure he is writing an Ode to the Heater.
Oh Heater, Oh Heater, I love you so
Light glimmering, warming, much better than snow,
My love for you is endless, divine,
I know I’m gorgeous but you’re mighty fine.
Not bad for a dog whose education has been cut short by his time-consuming guarding activities, I guess.
I love challenging myself to run without walk breaks and trail runs are the best place to try it. No one gives a damn what pace you are doing – the challenge is just to keep going. As far as trails go this overall pace at Port Edward was not bad for an old goat – lots of hills but no technical stuff.
Rocky Bay, near Park Rynie, is my favourite place for trails. Lots of single track deep into the coastal bush, with the added excitement of perhaps being chased by an irate mamba. #NoWalking is mandatory here. And the camping….the views couldn’t be better….
Sunrise over McDonald’s dam – on my way to Kokstad. Keep having to stop and jump out of the car for just one more shot!
When you are trying to catch the early morning sun in a wicker chair on the verandah and those pesky photographers are hassling you ‘cos you’re so gorgeous…….
My Old Goat is rough and tough. He throws himself off motorbikes, wrestles with mad cows and no matter how far I make him run, he never complains of pain. But when he wants to engage with his feminine side he grows roses. Absolutely stunning roses.
A couple of evenings ago he tried to make me come and inspect said roses in the freezing cold with my pj’s and socks on. I think he was disappointed that I didn’t seem keen so this morning I took my camera for an inspection. They really are gorgeous.
98 years old in human years – and still running – definitely my role model!
What with all the Banting, cooking and running, I have been neglecting a major love of my life – my camera. I decided to take it out for a stroll in the garden and, lo and behold, I discovered the reason that my rock roses never do well. I suspect it may have something to do with Hercules, aka Shifty Eyes, the very same dog that ate an entire broccoli plant on my bed. I have no hard evidence as yet, but he does seem very keen on botany.