Once again we moved.
This was to be my last move with hubby three.
And we stayed there for a record number of years.
I can’t remember just how many but I think it was about seven.
It was to be a life changing move.
Full of challenges, pain, excitement and big decisions.
Obviously, I can’t cram seven years into one post.
I have a short attention span.
Once again we moved onto a small holding.
With a shop.
A very, very, very busy shop.
In a black township.
About two miles outside a little town called Stutterheim.
A pretty little town.
Where people knew what you were going to do before it had even crossed your mind.
Stutterheim is not near the coast.
It is about a hundred kilometres not near the coast.
With a range of lovely mountains.
That got covered in snow during the winter.
And I thought I would die of the cold the first year.
It had a generator for power.
A gas geyser for hot water.
And a huge wood stove for cooking.
We spent a lot of time in the kitchen in winter.
My first memory of the place was the mice.
The house was overrun with the creatures.
They were everywhere.
I remember closing the curtains and three mice dropping down in front of my face.
I am not one to scream at a mouse but I did discover I could be quite nimble.
Well, maybe a little scream.
Talking about screaming.
One night my younger daughter wet her bed(she was only two so she could be forgiven).
I changed her and put her into bed with her big sister.
I had hardly settled back in bed when there was a blood curdling scream from their room.
Followed by an even louder one.
I rushed through to be informed by the little one that there was a rat on the curtain.
I asked the older one if she had seen it.
She said no.
So I asked her why she screamed.
Because the little one had screamed in her ear.
It made perfect sense.
More in part ten.