Trying to Climb on the Barrel


Today was the day…

That was very busy. Wind guru had given me a heads up that there would be a window of opportunity for a swim early, so Mike and I went to the beach just after 7am.  There was a bit of swell but I swam out to the barrel twice and did one new thing: I started trying to climb on the barrel. I can imagine on a calm day it would be easier. It has a handle on top and the rope that goes around it has a loop in it, so effectively, I could put my foot through the loop and pull myself up by the handle, like mounting a horse.  I tried that, but the barrel  just rolled towards me, so that didn’t work. I felt self conscious. I’m always aware that there may be people sitting in their homes off the cat walk watching. Their morning entertainment would be to see this crazy person trying to get on the barrel! It would be easier if there was someone with me, so we could be crazy together and they could steady the barrel from the other side. Alas, Mike has only once swum out to the barrel with me and that at very low tide where the ocean bed was close by.  So this may have been my one and only attempt.

I had a busy working day with back to back appointments from 11am onwards. I worked solidly for 6 hours and then recuperated with a cup of coffee. No sooner had I taken the first few sips than Jens arrived. Jens is Danish and the guy staying in the mountain holiday house. He is planning his build in Simon’s Town. He came to see the house and see how noisy it was in the wind. Tomorrow is another windy day, so he is coming back with his architect and our builder (Werner) so the architect can see how light steel frame stands up to the wind. I sent Jens a whole batch of photos of the light steel frame. Amazing days that have now passed.

Tomorrow our next guests arrive. The cottage is 99% ready. I’ll nip down tomorrow to give it a final dust and change the names on the welcome board. Upstairs in the loft, Courage has varnished the floor and it looks great. It’s gleaming.

Psalm 73:26

My health may fail, and my spirit my grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever.


The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.

Keep the smile going.

God bless you.

In His Grip,

Helga xx 🙂



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