A lucky escape?

The weekend of the Ingwavuma marathon. The months of training coming to a peak. The weather smiling upon us with a warm but not overly hot day.
Sadly I was to be found in Sodwana Bay (on an excellent 'management of obstetric emergencies' course; bring on a septic abortion or a breech presentation with nuchal arm, I am ready!!).
But fortunately Deyo was here to represent our house, and despite being on call, managed to win the women's 10km. And a lovely basket of edible goodies for our house; tins of pilchards and a bag of mealie maize. I arrived back in time for the post-run celebrations, with the obligatory braii and dancing until the wee small hours (10.30pm). There was quite a turn out, with former doctors having come back from Dundee (SA) and Canada (just above the USA) for the weekend. I was intrigued to hear their stories of Mosvold over the years and to see what they've gone on to do with their experiences; some quite inspiring stuff.
The party continues tonight, with our own, slightly belated, Diwali (or Deepa-vali as we're all calling it in honour of Deepa, our Indian-descent therapist who is organising it) celebrations.
Newcastle might be "the 8th best night out in the world" but surely Ingwa runs a close 9th?