Scary roads

10.00am Sandy Bay BWA. I now pick up Patsie Bellord and Beatrice Williams for this weekly meeting. They live “just down the road” from the chapel, according to the Saints, and normally walk to chapel. Patsie hurt her ankle a few months ago, and can longer manage the walk. Well, this little section of road is absolutely the worst that I have ever driven on (I just cannot imagine walking/climbing it). I tried to capture it on a photo, but you have to experience it to understand it. Hair pin bends one after each other, on an extremely steep road, only wide enough for one car, and with sheer drops on either side. At each bend, I could see where parts of the barrier wall had been knocked down by a previous car that simply could not make the tight bend. Beatrice’s home is perched on a cliff with the driveway leading straight off one of the hair pin bends. I drive very carefully, hooting at each bend to warn any car that might be coming from the other direction, that I am there. Patsie’s home is in the valley. The trip back up the hill (more like a mountain) can only be done in first gear the whole way. Today the roads were also slippery after the rain… Another quick visit to Wanda. She is an excellent teacher. Who would have thought that this tom boy, whose happiest times were helping her dad in his workshop, would one day be making frilly lace and doing embroidery.
5.00 pm Cape Villa Bible study. When I first started this Bible study, I was a bit awkward around the ladies. Cape Villa is a sheltered accommodation, and each lady has a different need. Yet now, after a few short weeks, they are beginning to feel like family. The matron, Felicity, is one of the most caring people that I have ever met. Although it is not part of her job description, she uses the ground between the flatlets in the complex, to keep a very good vegetable garden. The veggies are then shared between them. Graeme spent the afternoon taking books from the pile in the passage, and transferring them onto the new book cases that were made for him. They look rather nice. Problem is that we STILL need more shelving before all our books can be packed away.

Clawed now recognizes my voice, and tonight he learnt how to climb out of his box and come looking for me – and that while we were having tea after the Jamestown Bible study. This poses a new problem. He is so tiny that one could easily step on him by accident, and end up with flat cat.