On the way to the airport...

A small highly streamlined and polished car zooms past proudly shouting P155 TOL in highly stylised italics. Glad to be leaving the land of CRP registrations and heading back to the bundu - even if winter is setting in there - I relish the prospect of absolute clear blue sky as far as the eye can see in all directions, heat while the sun shines, and the smell of woodsmoke when the sun has gone.