And on the 8th day God created the Cheetahs Fan…

After His day off, God made another breed of man, destined for life in the Free State. He stamped the rules of RUGBY upon his very soul. A man who knew how to PARTY.… Continue reading

On this day in history

Facebook has this little habit of popping up a memory from the same day on previous years. Yesterday mine was from 2009 when I had written that I “agreed with Evie: there are… Continue reading

We all start as strangers

Being a ‘newbie’ in town means you have to be brave and talk to people, smile and even tell your life story a gazillion times if asked. Sometimes it’s too much effort or… Continue reading

The art of Venn

Here at “Springs” we are slowly moving towards the state of Utopia called “Sorted Out”. Most days include a positive step forwards, but a lot of days involve a small step backwards too,… Continue reading

Prisoner to pastor

Sometimes you know a party is going to go with a swing as soon as you walk through the door – there’s glasses of drinks ready on a tray, there’s an array of… Continue reading

Different is tiring

One of the things we’re told about Bloem is that everyone disappears in the holidays – more on this another day. When our first school holiday rolled around in March we were therefore… Continue reading

A catch up with Col

Our move here came about because of our family of churches, and the relationships we have. We value these relationships really highly, plus we share resources, ideas and encouragements. The connections span the… Continue reading

A cheeky Brexit story

The word “Brexit” conjures up a lot of different images for different people. We sat open-mouthed in bed in our ‘camping out flat’ glued to the TV for hours that morning. Eventually I… Continue reading

Inner Pom-Poms

At school here in SA you have to choose a sport each term, and one of the options at Evie’s school is “pom-poms”!  (We Brits would call it cheerleading, but I’m loving the… Continue reading

The Little Red Hen

My friend Chantalle who we met in the phone shop queue on day 2, has a bee in her bonnet about a lady she’s met called Ellen. It’s not hard to see why:… Continue reading