Di’s Window on White River

Despite the fact that Summer tried to elbow Spring out of the picture completely, it IS the season of renewal, regeneration and rebirth. The season of change. As I inhale the delicious perfume of the jasmine and yesterday-today-tomorrow that fills the overheated air, there is a sense of expectation.

Di’s Window on White River

Driving home from Nelspruit late at night, I silently pray that I won’t see any, but as I sweep on up the R40 arms reach out from the dark pavement, desperately trying to catch my attention. My heart sinks. Outside the Mall, again when you come into White River and then at the big roundabout at Casterbridge, you will see them – restaurant staff and shift workers trying to get home at the end of a long and tiring day.

Di’s Window on White River

If you ever attend a function in White River, no matter what it might be, there is a fairly good chance you will meet at least a few people you know. Shrieks and cries of joy fill the air as your gaze falls upon a familiar face. As you happily rush to greet them, you may well be introduced to someone else with the words “I am sure you know “XYZ”. Very often the response will be “well, I haven’t met them, but the face is familiar” or “No, but I know the name”.