Curfew

A friend's been visiting for the last few days. Usually, we would catch up with folk at local establishments. Not this year, thanks to Covid's lockdown level 3. So we made a plan.

Sundowners in the garden, bring and share around the dining room table because the wind was a little nippy.

Then.

8.50pm. Curfew approached and, just like that, everyone was gone.

Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa

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