When I eventually graduated to grown up wellington boots – the green kind with the furry inners – I felt liked I’d finally come of age.
I still have the same pair. They’re now really old but, as you can see from the picture, still in good condition. Today, thanks to the miserable weather, I was able to prace around the gardens and vineyards (taking pictures) in these beauties.
My spiffy wellington boots
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Our ducks systematically destroying the lawn. Every year it's the same story - probably the same ducks. They're such rebels.
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Please notice our newly trimmed lavender (we're very proud of our little hedge), the open field ready for the new vines and the generally gloomy Cape Winter feel. Sitting around that farmhouse fire tonight is going to be a real treat.