Monkeying About

Dear Hurricane Hamza,

Sunday is my favourite day of the week. It’s the only day that your dad gets to do something cool with us. 

We visited Monkey Town, just passed Somerset West. They just opened a new market with an attached play park and live band. There was so much to do and it was a whole lot of fun.

We saw all kinds of monkeys and apes and there was one that I dare say resembled you just a little.

The market was small but great too. We had homemade Cape Chicken pies and Falafel and ate them at the play area on a large old swing bench while listening to a tolerable rock cover band- and for just a few minutes..life was still and quiet.

To end a perfect day, we rode a pony for the first time, something your dad wasn’t brave enough to do with you. I got to release the forgotten farm girl in me and school you in horse riding 101. It was a special moment for me to have the opportunity to share something with you that was a huge part of my childhood.

I would love to give you some of the innocent freedom that spending your early childhood on a rural farm gives you. When you are forced to play outside and climb trees and ride horses, life stays simple for longer.  For now though, you’re a city boy and we will have to do our best  to keep you away from the PlayStation and keep you climbing those trees.

Days spent with you and dad together are few and far between, but when they do come round, they are always memorable!