After lunch we walked around in the gardens and Mark made me jump up a tree and pick a naatjie. I think it would have made a good picture, but he didn’t take one, alas I just have the memory now of my first ever freshly picked naatjie from a tree.
Then we tasted and bought wine. Which was great – how else? - but the highlight was yet to follow when we went to the donkeys. You will probably think So what? Have you never seen a donkey? What’s there to get all excited about? And I will say that yes, I have seen a donkey before, but I have never
….heard one scream (is that how you call that sound they make?) for real. I think it was happy to see me.
….padded a donkey.
….known that their ears are so humongous. They look like someone stuck Playboy bunny ears on them and painted them donkey fur colour.
….known that donkeys like wine just as much as I do.
|Bad donkey! Shiraz and Viognier not for little donkeys!|
….had my favourite scarf nibbled on by a donkey.
|That was the second after the nibble when I had barely rescued my scarf from the donkey's mouth.|
So, yes, that’s what happens to me when there is no boys in sight – I get excited when I can play with donkeys.