Yesterday I went on a date with myself for the first time in a while. Nala also benefitted because I took her along for a long ramble on Noordhoek Common. Although she threw herself into the experience and bounded ahead of me gleefully, her rump flashing white against the lush green of the grass, I took a bit longer to find myself. There was something of the awkwardness of a first date about it and it took a while for me to settle into my walk. I realised that contented solitude takes practice.
