Tag: N7

Heading home

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Not me. I’ve been here all along.

Nope – it’s back to the Mother City for Little Miss 6000 and her classmates. Communication has been sporadic, but I know that it was a cold queue at the border crossing this morning:

To be fair, it wasn’t that much warmer down here last night.

They seem to have a great time though, and the photos of the scenery from the N7 aren’t half bad:

It will be great to have all the family back together. Red wine, roaring fire, good times… and – I would imagine – a very early night.

It has made me think that we need to head up that way again soon. Yes, further even than this.

Groot Trek

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Having loaded up the Ossewa – ‘n tradisionele vervoermiddel, veral in Suidelike Afrika – and all being well… we headed Oop North yesterday, via:

the M3 (for 4.8km), the N2 (1.3km), the M5 (3.6km), the N1 (4.2km), and then onto the N7 for the next 671km.

Eina – quite a ride. For those of you reading in the UK, it’s the equivalent of driving from Sheffield to just past Inverness. And you know that Inverness is a long way from everywhere, so “just past Inverness” is a near inconceivable distance.

Thus, I’m likely to be out of radio range for the foreseeable future, but posts will continue on 6000 miles…. via the seamless magic of WordPress.
As usual, please be aware that if some massive international incident, world war, political upheaval or mass outbreak of beaglitis virus has occurred, I will a) likely not know about it, and b) certainly not be mentioning it on the blog, because, as I am writing this, it hasn’t happened yet.

[EDIT: Actually, after I wrote this, but before we went away, there was some degree of local instability.]

Equally, if I die (or have died), you’ll only know when I don’t blog next Friday. Which will be good.

Good Friday, I mean – not great that I’ve thrown a seven.