You know the moment, that one special and particular moment, the one where you sit down and put your feet up, take a deep breath and let out the “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” It is a long one, it feels good and it comes all the way from your toes.
It’s August and that means Cat Nights if you’re Irish – or follow Irish lore at all. Now being August and pretty damn close to mid-August, Cat Nights are associated with summer rather than our Southern Hemisphere winter.
When lockdown began in South Africa, everyone went looking for things to do, either to fill the time while not being allowed to work or to feel productive. I joined in a bit of gardening, while others turned to art, dance, music or making videos. I found my groove when I turned to writing.