Windsor Mountain was strutting around like a proud peacock on Friday afternoon as she greeted me with an exquisite crisp blue sky and dazzling sun that bounced shafts of brilliant light off the frozen lake, in a sparkly extravaganza of Windsor Mountain magic.
As I stepped back onto the deck, with the beaded mobiles still glinting in the sun as they hung from the now leafless crab-apple, I felt as though I had “come home”; the six months spent in South Africa quickly melting away into timelessness. It was at that moment, as I was warmly welcomed back by Jake, Kerry, Stella and Cody (who couldn’t wait to drop his ball at my feet) that I realised why staff and campers return again and again. You see, Windsor Mountain is a little crafty; she seeps bit by bit into your very core - into your soul, if you will, and it’s in the leaving that you realise what a special and enchanting place you have had the good fortune to be a part of. And if you are lucky like me; you get to return for what promises to be an epic summer!
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