A fresh start, digging a hole to a new life

You guys might wonder to expect a personal description of my inner life, but I decided to talk about a gorgeous and very far away place called South Africa.

Actually, to talk about a woman's decision.

There had been more than a few raised eyebrows when she'd announced her decision to go. The congratulations had lacked spontaneity, the smiles were forced. And if her friend's reactions had caused her on occasion to question the wisdom of what she was doing, she had been determined not to show it.
Anyway, it was too late now - the house had been sold, the money divided up with her ex-husband, the leaving party held and the promises made to keep in touch.

South Africa was such a long way, they'd all concurred. She had no roots there, no friends, no contacts. Would she be safe on her own? But Angie needed to break with the past, with the painful memories of a failed marriage, and start a new life abroad. Europe was ruled out - she spoke no languages - and America was too expensive. The Cape coast had it all: the weather, the lifestyle, the food. And there were plenty of Brits to make her feel at home.