Spruits and flicks
Recently, I have been really lucky. We have been spending loads of time outdoors on weekends. We were invited to a friends 30th in Bronkhorstspruit. I have never really spent much time in that part of the world - and Gramps’s birthday meant we were camping on the farm at the Bronkhorstspruit river.
Wow, what an unbelievable place. Natural beauty – I’m talking about the river and not the boys playing volleyball. Although they aren’t a bad bunch;)
Sundowners at the river followed by an evening of disco fever – Farah Fawcet flicks nog al.
This place is not even an hour out of Jozi and the sense of space is insane. I wasn’t happy about having to pack up and trek back to the city but who can complain about a weekend filled with friends, farms and Fawcet flicks. It was pretty special all-round.
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