Weaver season

Another lazy morning; pity it's not going to be repeated tomorrow.

We tried to have a wee wander through the town but the chilly wind changed our mind. We had breakfast at the Rose Cottage next to an African Grey that chatted with a Scottish accent. Not what you expect in SA but it turns out his "mum" has been here for over 30 years and has passed on some of her colloquialisms.

We got a noisy welcome from the hoolies which is always great. It's a bit chillier than where we have been but spring is definitely just around the corner.