Fridays

I've just seen Brenda's photo of her glass of wine and her comment - Friday night and a glass of Nederberg Baronne completes the week.

Is it really Friday? This week seems to have slipped by without punctuation. We've worked, shopped, made plans for our Road Trip next week, and it seems strange that it's Friday and I haven't felt the relief that "Shoo! the week is over, no job I HAVE to go to tomorrow, nothing I have to do."

I wonder if that's how it was for people in a more leisured time. Did you just get up and do what you needed to do and not worry about deadlines and what day it was, and what had to be achieved in a certain amount of time? Did you even know what day it was? Did you care?

In the book I'm reading "The Painted Caves" by Jean Auel, a group of pre-historic people have gone on a journey, and the only time constraint is that they need to be home before the winter starts. So they spend extra time in places that they like. They lived with the seasons as their only time-marking - no weeks or months.

We're off on a journey on Monday - we're driving around Lesotho - not IN Lesotho, but around the outside. We start with the leg to Maclear, then to spend a few days at Rhodes, then on to Lady Grey, via Zastron and Ladybrand to Modderpoort, a night in Clarens and then home. Apart from the first day, we've left a shortish time for driving between stops, so we can stop and explore, drive up roads that look interesting, go over as many of the passes as I am brave enough to let Pete tackle and generally just wander.

It's something we haven't done before - well, not together, although that was often the shape of my holidays as a child - and I'm looking forward to it. It's going to be cold, hopefully not too wet to make the passes scary, and the Autumn colours should be stunning. So look out for pictures the next few days or so.

Next Friday we'll be in the Free State - I wonder if we'll realise or even care what day it is!