This morning starts with Mozart’s Symphony N0 40
“When you are in the middle of a storm cloud it’s hard to think outside of it, but the only way out of the storm is to ride through it and things will be a lot clearer on the other side”
– Jodi Ann Bickley
“Every storm runs out of rain, just like every dark night turns into day.”
Last night I lay in bed thinking of the good times our family had. My mind goes back to the December camping holiday at Victoria Bay. We camp on the terrace above the jetty. Lots and lots of fun and good times. I cannot remember the year, but on 23 December we walk along the railway line to Kaaimans Bridge. When we came back, I went for a swim and while I was at the back of the waves the sea changed. I had to swim out, something I never do if I can help it. That is what waves are for.
The family was warned of a change in weather and in seaman’s terms we battened down. Then the wind came. And with the wind came the rain. The wind pushed the rain through the canvas of the pop-top roof. The roof was lowered. The caravan shook in the wind. We decided to take the three girls to my sister in George, where they would be safe and dry.
It was a bad night, because I had to go out in the rain regularly to check the guy ropes and pegs. Eventually the wind subsided, the rain stopped and there was a calm. We camped through many storms. It has always been like that. For the record, Hartenbos got 75mm rain that night!
The next morning the sunrises, somehow it does that every day. It is 24 December and the clouds are cotton balls in the sky. We had an Add-A-Room tent added to the main tent. That is where the 3 girls slept. It had a build-in waterproof groundsheet. When I got out that morning and started checking everything, we were the only people camping at Victoria Bay with an in-house swimming pool, all of 75mm deep. That is about the rain in Hartenbos!
When we came outside, there was a new camaraderie amongst the campers. We all survived the storm. Some had damge to tents or other camping gear. We all helped each other where we could. We supported each other through the storm. The storm brought strangers closer together. The storm turn strangers into friends.
Afterward, there were two groups in the camp. Those that survived the storm and those that came after the storm!
My we exit this storm as friends!
AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH:
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
and may you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you’re dead