Pomegranite sabbatical

The audacity of a sabbatical

By Sarah

A little while ago I spent a few weeks on a friend’s beautiful farm in the Eastern Cape. Every day I would wake up at sunrise and go for a solo walk to a particular rock where I would sit sipping my coffee, listening to the cows in the distance, the birds, the river, the complete not-city-ness of it all.

Sometimes, in the evenings, I would chat to my friend’s husband and ask him questions about farming, which is potentially the most polar-opposite job to my own.

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