Black cat graffiti

Prince Street Black Cats

And on that note, adieu from New York, from Brooklyn, from the terrace, from the tiny kitchen, for the time being. I shall land in Cape Town after flying in a high straight line from the East Coast, across the Atlantic, past Dakar in Senegal on the bulge of Africa, over the Guinea and Angola Basins, back over the land somewhere in Angola, sideways down the southern continent, and into Johannesburg. A change of planes, my first taste of Appletizer as we fly down to Cape Town, and then suddenly, it will be summer. 

There is a lot to do when I arrive: corgis to greet, photographs to take of a garden for a magazine, Stateside; Christmas dinner to cook, a husband to fetch at the airport, bloggers to meet for the first time (the writers of Voer - jvdh is stuck at Heathrow as we speak, barred from flying to SA by snow - and The Sourcerer) at a New Year's lunch under the tree, and More. The More is very nice but until I know how it turns out, I shall restrain myself. But it is exciting...

The next post will be out of Cape Town, sometime. Thank you for visiting. Stay tuned...