And … this little beauty … is what we’re after. You warm enough?” She wasn’t. She said she was. “Good. Then let’s just sip it here. We c...an be certain we won’t wake my wife if we are in here," he said with a mischievous side glance. He led her to a sitting area. A wine barrel with a glass top surrounded by barstools served as a serving table. An ornate cabinet held glasses of various shapes and sizes. There were two wine barrels on their side. “Purely decorative. I tried aging my own barrels. After walking one kilometer from the village I found a group of mango trees. The mango trees were in about 10 acres of land. It was very cool under those mango trees. So went into the garden of Mango trees and sat on a stone under a tree. After some time a young woman of about 20 to 25 years came chasing two goats out of a corn field. She was shouting and abusing the owners of the goats for eating the corn in her field. She was shouting “Nee Kuthalo naa moguni modda, Na chelo padi dengichukoka. If any of them were home. Which they would be soon, ifthey weren't already. I imagined a phone, a hand, a voice saying"Police? There's a party..." I imagined trying to explain to myparents what I was doing in jail. In these clothes. "Travis!" I said as loudly as I dared, walking towards him. "Thereyou are, where have you been?" He stopped yelling and struggling, and sort of focused on me."Val?" "Yeah, it's me, Valerie." *Safe topic, find a safe topic...*"It's kinda cold out. Right. I’ll lock the kiosk and we’ll be back before three. Right.”She turned to me. “You’re it. I’ll take you in the smaller cat. We’ll take a bit of food along. I’ll give you a good tour.”In a few minutes – devoted largely to the greying red-head fetching two coolers and stowing them – they were casting off and motoring cross-channel.“My name’s Morna,” she said, thrusting a hand. “I know you’re Meester Hollister.”“Gordy, Morna.”“Thanks. Any road, this is the Hastings River, first charted by.