Well I’m sure you’ve all just been dying for another of my blockhouse walk photodocs… I had a cold and was waiting to come right before re-embarking on exercise. Hopefully the fact that I’m typing this rather than lying dead from a stroke means I waited long enough.
For the first time I decided to listen to music on my walk. Well… you add that mountain feeling to those music feelings and you can get pretty close to ecstasy, no lie. I had some thoughts:
I think The Grateful Dead will be listened to in 500 years (species survival permitting) even if The Beatles aren’t. I think Sam Cooke should be listened to and talked about more than he is. I think Wet Leg is going to be one of the biggest ‘Indie’ bands of the twenties. And I think @sierraelizabethferrell is going to be a massive country superstar… and soon.
In these pics you’ll find one of a porcupine quill I found on the trail. There are several South African animals that represent #resiliance in these times of late stage capitalism. One, the pangolin, is literally a victim of these terrible times, and its armoured hide can’t protect it from dumb alt-medicine and rapacious profiteering. The others are the Honey Badger, the warthog, and the African Ground Porcupine. Determined little creatures that survive a vicious world with fierce resistance.
When I was coming down from the blockhouse I came around a bend and was utterly delighted by a crazy airshow of African Black Swifts and Little Swifts. Never was a class of birds so aptly named. The African Black Swift is large, maybe the size of a starling but with its long sickle wings. Some of them flew mere feet in front of my face, snatching summer insects from the air. (you can actually see one in the top right of pic 7)
I’ve also included a pic of some of the cultists. Never seen so many as today. They were all dressed up in summer clothes and in a lovely mood. I am fond of them.