As a child, Debbie, my cousin and I used to get dropped off in the middle of nowhere...at some or other rock....to count sheep.
We walked to a massive overhang where the sheep were gathered and other than trying to count the sheep we were facinated
by the ancient rock painings. These are under a small overhang at Lakoa in Clarens.

Seeing these again, brought back a flood of memories of those days..Debbie was around nine and I was 5 years older. We shared fire-cooked mielies with the farmhands and drank water from the streams. We couldnt and wouldnt attempt that these days for fear of being attacked,...or just dissappearing, even as adults. But what special days. How much and how easy to take the simple things in life for granted.