In the course
of Wednesday evening the electricity flickered a couple of times and then cut
out. A little while later a
ferocious wind started whipping through the air.
This was no ordinary wind, but a wind so hot it must’ve escaped directly
from the furnaces of hell.
I had to go
outside and bring in my chair and dishes that were standing outside the tent,
things just started blowing away.
And it was hot. Aquila
stood panting in the tent, looking confused. My skin felt like it was burning. I zipped up all the ‘windows’ to stop the heat waves coming in. My caravan was still the
coolest place and I had to be real quick to close everything I could, cause
every second things just got hotter and hotter. Eventually the caravan was also too hot to handle and I took
a wet cloth to try and cool myself down, without much affect. I couldn’t sleep much, listening to the
wind blowing and not being able to open my window to cool off.
Miraculously
all my tent poles stayed intact, I reckon I must’ve been at a good angle in the
wind. The next morning our
gardener told of houses that lost their roofs during the night, both zink and
thatch. There is an old, mostly
abandoned, rondavel not far from the Reading Hut of which the roof shifted
completely to the one side. I hope
no-one was in there when it happened…
Another little strange
thing that happened this week…
I’ve been suspecting a rat coming into my tent, during nights, because something nibbled on some pears lying on the table, and have
been looking out for the culprit.
Last night Aquila was standing in the tent, sniffing the air and I took
my little light to investigate.
What I found was not a rat no, but instead a baby bat! Hanging fast asleep on my little
‘washing line’ inside the tent.
Very strange little creature.
Amazing how it’s ‘wings’ (if that’s what it’s called) wraps right round
it’s body, even the back legs and tail are all part of it. I threw the little sleepy bat out and hope he
doesn’t come back.
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