Durban, botanical garden

On Saturday afternoon, late, we visited Durban's botanical garden; it was good.
As my blood sugar levels dipped, I got high on a craving for Castle milk stout, and the glucose I sucked from the super c sweets I bought for emergencies, like that one.
The brilliant summer sunshine quickly gave way to elephant gray moodiness; then from Sunday early afternoon until now, rain.
Although my favourite weather, I now confess to a mild bout of cabin fever.
I tune in from autopilot to the swamp frogs that I can, with ease, hear through the open windows.
Elephant gray doesn't cease to be the theme and texture of my last, but not last, 48-hours.