In a blink of an eye our 26th year at Millstream has started. Our timeshare here at Millstream, in the high altitude grasslands of Mpumalanga, just before Dullstroom, has been a joy over the last quarter century.
It has been a place of beauty; a place of family and a place of friendship, and how I have loved to share this space.
Number 95:
Celebrating a Quarter Century at Millstream.
Special memories: Barry getting anxious about being lost in the 'wild woods'; Shawni playing with her dolls on 'Barbie Island'; my many hours with Dad on the veranda; starting my passion for birding at Millstream by wondering what the Stonechat was; reading on my couch at the window; walking in the cold, the heat and the wet; my brother Clive and Fred going off into Dullstroom and 'misbehaving'; having a sauna and a swim; listening to cricket under the trees; the mist obscuring the views; cooking delicious food for friends and family; playing scrabble; early morning coffee and rusks and evening G&T's; circle days and quilting days; Fred catching a biggie; making trout pate when the fishing has been good; watching Rosella make gnocchi; gifting Millstream to Shawni and Craig and Barry and Kim as their wedding gifts; Bri and Di making music; snow; finding lifers; marveling at the wildflowers in spring and summer; variability of the weather; a roaring fire; the fourth generation at Millstream; celebrating Christmas here...
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| Some photos from the years at Millstream. |
To celebrate I am doing something different. I have booked a pedicure this morning from the mobile therapist who will come to our cottage. It feels fitting as Millstream is my walking happy place.
Shawni's memories: Nostalgia indeed. For me it’s the many horse rides, swims in the heated pool, arriving late on a Friday night, choosing which of the many rooms to stay in, introducing Craig (and James) to Millstream, rowing out on Lake Millstream with Barry, sketching out at the lake Millstream “bridge”, our Millstream “circuit” walk, walking the shortcut route to and from the “Rec house” as kids....the list goes on!
And a note to family: my ashes at Millstream after you have had a coffee and rusk while watching sunrise over Lake Millstream.
