Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

Archive for February, 2018


own birthday celebrations better be good, Mom! Hope those sisters of yours have planned a fabulous party, and that there is an awesome cake!

Happy Birthday Mom, we miss you so much and remember all our celebrations together.

Every 27th of February I’ll raise a toast to you, my beautiful mom. I wish more than anything that you could be with us, but even more than that, I’m relieved that you are comfortable, free and not struggling anymore. Love you forever…

Supper clubbing

…so between bouts of coughing my lungs out, and spending some time with the fabulous TAFKAD, who was visiting from Cape Town and being on call, the weekend was pleasant. Saturday night saw us head to Supper Club. 3 couples get together more or less once every 4-6 weeks, the host prepares the mains, between the other 2, 1 does dessert, the other the starter. I was on dessert, and I have to say I was pretty chuffed.

Once again I made my caramelised white chocolate ice cream sandwiches, this time served with rose, raspberry and chocolate macarons and macs truffles. It was a hit! (we also ate oysters to start, followed by a gin and tonic sorbet (yum!) and mains was grilled salmon with a risotto blanco and asparagus, courgette noodles and tender stem broccoli.) it was an indulgent meal, and one we agreed that you could not find in a restaurant.

Sunday afternoon I decided to risk my feet, and I went for a slow 3 km walk/jog around the neighbourhood. Yay! I am still spluttering and coughing and choking, but I could run! Amazing!


…I have whooping cough! Seriously!

Considering I had it as a kid I thought i would never get it again, but there you have it – I ran 110km with whooping cough. No wonder I feel gross. No wonder I am so tired of coughing. Another 2-3 weeks to go. I am allergic to the antibiotic of choice, so will try a different one and see if it helps.

But really, I can’t quite believe it; maybe next week, I will have galloping consumption?

More Wild Coasting

Wild Coast Challenge

…so last Wednesday Charlie and I made our way to the Transkei to run home again. It was, to use a cliche, incredible.

We set off from Mazeppa Bay in cool, but windy conditions. My chest misbehaved for the first hour and I coughed and coughed and choked and spluttered, but then it settled down and we got into a bit of a rhythm. Thursday was also 1 year since I kissed my mom goodbye for the very last time. My heart was very sore.

I love this stretch of the coastline and loved sharing it with my Charlie.

Day 2 dawned at Seagulls, where there had tragically been no water!!! Really, 46 smelly runners and no showers (a supply issue affecting the whole village) so I was happy to get back on the trail. My feet were a little less happy. 2 blisters, but I felt fine. 45 long kms down the beach – not so much.

We set off a little earlier feeling the pressure from the rest of the fitter herd, but we’re delayed at the Kei river. It was coming down, the pont was refusing to run, so we all had to wait for a rubber duck to arrive and take us across. (No swimming, there are sharks!) we waited an hour and a half, so we lost our head start. It also meant that in a particularly treacherous stretch of rock hopping, it was high tide, and I lost my nerve for heights. Badly. Once we’d traversed that section we were on soft sand because of that high tide for about 10 soul (and sole) destroying kilometers. By the time we arrived at Crawford’s cabins I was broken. My feet were so very sore. The medic even felt bad for me.

The one saving grace on day 2 were the pumpkin shells. Pumpkin shells were Dawny’s favorites, and everywhere I looked, I saw them. It was as though she had paved my path with them. Kept me motivated to push on.

Day 3 began. I dug so deep. My feet were agony. To top off my multiple blisters and bruised toenails, they had swollen and my shoes felt too small. I could no longer run, so we powerwalked our way to the finish line. It was cool, overcast and drizzley all day – another gift from Dawny I reckon. It was super tough, and I really struggled. But my will is strong, and we made it home.

he kept his distance, was I smelly or something?

And now I am left with some priceless memories and very very sore feet. (Will I ever walk again?)

(Professional photos will come tomorrow, there are some beauts to make you all jealous!)

And we’re on our way.

….Team Tenacious AF is on its way. Wild coast running, here we go!

(And if you are wondering what the AF stands for – asks millennial… (as fuck))

A night at the Oscars…

Dinner was fabulous! I loved it! The food, even if I say so myself was delicious, the company was great and the wine brilliant.

Black tie crackers (smoked cheese on a charcoal cracker with an olive bow tie and balsamic button)

Starter – rice paper rolls filled with creamy feta, avo, cucumber, beetroot and carrot, served with balsamic glaze, black sesame seeds and micro rocket.

Main – zebra pasta with a creamy asparagus, artichoke and lemon sauce, served with Parmesan.

Dessert – caramelized white chocolate ice cream in a chocolate biscuit film reel, white chocolate and lemon popcorn and free zen grapes. (Who knew those grapes are that nice?)

And the Oscar goes to…