a collection of ramblings
Our first morning in Selous Game Reserve, and I’m buttering my toast with intent. I’m trying very hard to spread the rocky butter evenly but I’m only succeeding in leaving intermittent lumps on the bread, and I’m frowning at it, when the elephant walks past.
This year my parents both had birthdays where they turned numbers it would not do to mention in polite conversation. Because they are my parents, and because this is my family, they decided the best way to celebrate would be to climb a mountain.
somewhere up a tree 