There is really nothing like spending the afternoon in the country with a good friend to forget your worries and woes.
A long, lazy chat under the voluptuous, and rather ancient, trees in the gardens of Die Ou Pastorie ,out Magaliesburg way, and a very delicious buffet lunch thrown into the mix, was exactly what the doctor (should have) ordered.
I have eaten at restaurants on 5 continents, and I can honestly say that I have never had a meal that good. It was like good old fashioned home cooking that mama would have made, just a little bit better (sorry mama) – in other words, it was 5 star comfort food.
After lunch we took a walk around the grounds and then headed off to do some strawberry picking. In the absence of strawberries to pick, we did a whole lot of laughing – and trekking through the soggy fields before heading home to the city.
The visit to the farm reminded me of the Beatles song, Strawberry Fields Forever so I Googled the lyrics and included a verse below. I have tried to very hard to imagine if there is some deep, philosophical meaning hidden in between the rather strange lines but I have come up blank. If you see it, do let me know.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right, that is I think it’s not too bad.
Let me take you down, ‘cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.