A heartfelt journey back to the hallowed grounds that shaped my husband For as long as I’ve known Roger (which feels like several lifetimes now), there have been three constants in our marriage: his unwavering love for me, his peculiar habit of losing socks in the laundry, and his undying pride in being a Queen’s College old boy. The Legend of Queen’s College If I had a rand for every time Roger has told me the story about how his…
Where friends become family, amateur photographers emerge, and 2.2km swims seem like “short” distances… Thursday: The Arrival of the Eager Vacationers Easter weekend rolled around, and we found ourselves blessed with an invitation to spend it with friends so special they’ve officially graduated from “friends” to “family.” You know the type – the ones who’ve seen you at your worst but still invite you back. Thursday afternoon, we pointed our car toward St. Francis Bay, blissfully unaware that I would soon…
Friday morning, disaster strikes—I get the call. My bike won’t be back in time for the weekend cycle! What now? Roger is off on a boys flying weekend away, living his best life, while I sit here, faced with a weekend of no exercise. Unacceptable. I immediately text my walking friends to organize a Sunday stroll in the Valley. But what about Saturday? Panic sets in. Chatting to a friend, she kindly volunteers to go on a hike with me….