The Drakensberg (Afrikaans: Drakensberge, Dutch: Drakensbergen, “the Dragon Mountains“) is the highest mountain range in Southern Africa, rising to 3,482 metres (11,424 ft) in height. In Zulu, it is referred to as uKhahlamba (“barrier of spears”), and in Sesotho as Maluti (also spelled Maloti). Its geological history lends it a distinctive character amongst the mountain ranges of the world. Geologically, the range resembles theSimienMountains of Ethiopia. (wikipedia.org)
We went to a cottage high up in the Northern Drakensberg, in the provinceof KwaZulu Natal; a section of the mountain range known as The Amphitheatre. Our hosts had promised – rather poetically – If you are in search of serenity, tranquility, then this is the destination to visit. You will be suspended in moments of magic, “like a balm to your troubled soul”. “It’s as though time stands still and one’s worldly concerns just simply melt away or perhaps carried off on the gentlest of breezes, on the wing of one of the many beautiful birds that inhabit the estate, you will be left unencumbered to experience an exquisite lightness of being”.
Which was exactly what we wanted out of the excursion.
While I got a fire going and set out a bottle of wine to breathe, Old Spouse took himself off to conquer his first peak and the Bunn and her BFF went off on horseback to explore.
We hardly saw the girls during the daylight hours of our stay and we simply lazed around when OS wasn’t hiking the mountains. We read or had long, rambling chats about nothing. Nightfall saw us knackered from all that fresh mountain air and fell into our luxurious beds to deep sleep under our goosedown duvets.
Mornings were slow and peaceful; a blanket and a cup of coffee … no rush, no deadlines, just living in the moment.