One week gone!!

I cannot believe that we are already been gone for a week and this is the first time that we are in a spot where we can connect to the Internet.
Well last Wednesday morning we left home at 4.30 and off we went to meet our friends at the Great Fish River mouth, just 30 km north of Port Alfred  It was a steady day's travel with a definite purpose and that was to get there before dark. Well with roadworks and stop and goes along the way and the odd stop for fuel, food and loos we were there at 5 pm and the party started.
"Fish" as the "cottage" is known to all of us, is a place with soul but without luxury. There is no electric lights, there is mostly no cell phone reception, unless you stand on the table outside when the wind is in the right direction and in the good old days we were not even allowed to wear a watch at Fish. There are also very specific rules and one of them is that you must have champagne first  thing in the morning on the dunes outside the house. Well this normally sets the tone for the day. In all the years that I have known "Fish"it has never been different and as we were all there to do Toti's ashes, we did not dare deviate from the rules. We also eat a great deal of really good food in between, mostly fish  in one way or the other.
 On our arrival there was "Fish paella" on the make, with all the required ingredients, from fresh mussels taken from the sea that morning, as well as Arikroks which Carl harvested that morning. All this after a 8 km walk. The prawns were from the local fish shop in Port Alfred. A  bit much expected to have gone fishing for them.
The next day was the "Ashes"  day. Well for some people it might sound simple to "throw my ashes in the sea", however Toti's request was a little more complicated than that. On the other side of the Fish River Mouth there is a set of dunes and then another beach, called "Old Woman's". At the time that she expressed her wish for her ashes to be scattered there the beach was accesses-able by 4x4, but those privileges were taken away many years ago. This left Carl with a bit of a dilemma, but being the chap that he is, he made a plan, a crazy plan,but none the less, a plan.
Fire is ready now for the braai. I carry on tomorrow.