12th December, the very last lap of 1998 dawned cloudy - so what else is new when planning to do any sort of stargazing. What bliss, the clouds lifted by noon, and we were all ready to make the trek out to "Uncle Tom's Cabin" where the stars are brighter, and there is still a faint trace of oxygen in the air.

After negotiating a road that a sturdy 4X4 would be proud of, we arrived to the tang of smouldering braai-fires, a very inviting-looking pool, bird-song and shady trees.

Soon our numbers swelled ( some faces were missing - where were you !! ) and the games began. Tom brandished a rather large jar which contained the most delicious cherries - cherries like nature NEVER made them .... these delectable morsels were bobbing in an alcohol brew that would fell an ox. Needless to say, after many of those plump, succulent - or should I say lethal - fruits, we were seeing the most amazing UFOs.

The braai's were laden, food cooked, and many a strange tale told.

Eventually sated with good food, even better cherries and excellent conversation, we said our "good-byes" and negotiated the "road" back to the rat race.

Tom, I am sure that I speak for all who were present, in thanking you for opening your home to us once again - the rag-tag bunch from "Battle Star Gautengia"

Lu Penberthy