And so it starts. Our first writ. Barely enough carpentry skills, and almost not enough wood, but with Meerkatjie surveying the shed, things will be fine.
We want to be able to have an Inn, with food and drink facilities for travellers on the Great South Mountain Road, and since we have a fond history of eating whatever we could find dead, she dubbed the shed, The Roadkill Cafe.
To the future.