Going Postal

Today, we finally offload something which has been driving me nuts.  In Tuscany, which now feels like a long time ago, we bought a sturdy metal Poste Italiane approved letterbox, complete with lock and key from a hardware store in Pienza, a small medieval village near Montepulchiano (a slightly larger medieval village).

Ever since then it has been occupying a significant space in my wheelie suitcase as I drag it down cobbled streets, onto trains, up flights of stairs, to four different apartments and five hotels, and finally on a flight to London.  So, before we begin the last leg of our travels it’s time to visit the post office to post our Poste Italiane post box.  And then it's time to visit the pub, before going for a brisk walk through Epping Forest.

The week and a half in Blighty has flown by (witness the lack of blogs).  Everything is familiar for both Shirls and me, the locals are friendly and we speak the lingo.  Tomorrow we fly to Africa.  I will have to learn some more Afrikaans.  So far Shirls has taught me "Gaan kak in die mielies".