I was up at sparrow fart this morning to drive out to Hartes for a meeting at de Wildt.

Expecting a regular meeting, it was pretty rad when they told us that the recce involved watching a race between man… and cheetah.

Wicked. Guess who won!

Oh, the highlight of the whole day had to be this scrumptious breakfast (I’m not shitting you):

Mmmm, yummy.
I’m thinking we’ll go with professional caterers for the gig itself…!