We were late for church today as neither Fliss nor Mark could remember where it was, but we got there in the end, only to find that many people had been to the funeral of a church member, a young woman of 21 who had died a violent death.

Nevertheless, they welcomed us warmly and loved us.  They prayed for us with great vigour.  It's amazing, the faith of these people who have nothing, but what they do have they willing give.  A young woman held my hand in a vice-like grip, whilst cradling her child in the other arm.  At the end of the service she made a sling for her child out of an old towel, and walked off across the muddy field.  It was pouring with rain.

We had intended to do the The Big Swing at Graskop, but the weather was against us.  Maybe later on in the week, but we possibly might not feel like "having fun" by then.  Watch this space!