Yesterday in an impromptu visit to Adam's home village we were privileged to meet more members of his family and to visit the farm where they raise crops and livestock.
The area is to the west of Masaka and the scenery is different. The landscape is much more undulating and for all but the final five minutes or so the road is tarmac.
We passed a number of villages en route and became aware that white faces were, if anything, rarer.
The vegetation ranged from bananas and coffee to papyrus and more barren Bush where goats or cattle grazed.
This farm, when we arrived there, is flanked by workers huts including a small colony of Somalian refugees who have been employed and housed by Adam's brother. The children are sent to school but also help with smaller animals like goats and chickens.
The workers have garden areas where they can grow their own food. It works as a community.
We were made welcome and introduced to everyone in the main house.
Farming is fairly intensive with mixed planting coffee plants and bananas can be under planted with tomatoes and cassava.
Gradually one little girl aged 3, who herds goats with her stick came and head my hand and 2 other 3 year olds tailed us as we were shown round the immediate area of the farm. Open sandals were not an asset to cross the dung splattered corral but the view across the spread of the farm with its silence and birdsong was amazing.
Simon, Adam's nephew, told us that we would be welcome to come and live there!
Then back at the house my 3 year old goat herder sat on my knee and fell asleep. Heart melting stuff when a child trusts you to that extent.
Then it was time to leave and we journeyed back to Masaka and treated Adam and Simon to a drink and snack in Grass Roots, saying our goodbyes to them at the same time.
In the evening Brenda arrived with only 6 bags as she had been busier than anticipated
Alex, the head teacher arrived and we gave him some art materials.
Finally Lydia arrived to bring something we had ordered as a gift for a neighbour and brought me the gift of a hand knitted blanket. I was gobsmacked.
She is such a lovely girl and hopes to train as a nurse. I am very minded to support her.
This morning it is raining and we are due to leave for Kampala before our flight tomorrow.
Certainly it is sympathetic scenery. We will leave a little bit of our hearts he