The Far Side of The Far Side


On the far side is The Bluff, which comes to a point opposite The Point, ironically enough, to form the Durban Harbour entrance. The city centre is to the left.

 

We live on the far side of the hill on the skyline, so this rooftop view shows how far we travel to take kids to school and sport each day.

This depiction of a far side wasn’t a Larson Far Side, but it deserves to be!

 

© September 2018 Colonialist
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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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24 Responses to The Far Side of The Far Side

  1. Widdershins says:

    Ahh, I miss The Far Side … I’m sure it’s still in syndication, somewhere. 🙂

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  2. Debra says:

    That is a trek! You have definitely made a commitment to your g-girls! 🙂

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  3. Here armadillos beg on the road…sadly they are so limited in eye sight, they just miss where the shoulder dirt ends and the road begins.
    Love the era photos – helps get a handle on distance and what you have there.
    Take care

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  4. Calmgrove says:

    So, do you have to run a gauntlet of traffic and hunters on a daily basis, or just savage wildebeest? Just asking.
    Yours, literal-mindedly,
    Chris

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    • colonialist says:

      Actually, the gauntlet is truer than is comfortable. Drivers generally in South Africa are becoming less and less law-abiding and with a ‘me first’ mindset, while one set of them, the minibus taxi drivers, are more of a menace than wildebeest.

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  5. Robbie Yates says:

    Goodness – what beautiful wide open skies. I would think you were in Australia if I didn’t know better.

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  6. That’s some taxi service 🙂

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  7. Lizzie Ross says:

    Your rabbit overlooking the highway: reminds me of a night-time drive from the Lake District to the Yorkshire Dales. The road was paved with rabbits, impossible to miss them all — bump, thud, bump for miles. Oh, the horror!

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    • colonialist says:

      They are such silly things when caught in headlights. I remember them being plentiful in the Lake District. Rabbit pie for the taking!
      In one of my books a rabbit character insists on crossing a road at night but is saved by the cat hero who gets injured instead.

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