I could say food and be done with it; however living in the bush brings a certain uniqueness to daily life. With years of droughts (hopefully) behind us, and a childhood embued with the importance of water, a long, lingering bath with scented salts, a little music, a good book and a glass of wine must rank at the top of the tree. It can be considered guilty by some purely by the sensual nature of the act and the very fact it requires time, space and in this demanding world, perhaps a certain amount of selfishness. Having existed on three minute showers, then the soap and rinse variety (in two stages-tap on, off, on!), followed by the actual carting of water from a village 40 minutes drive away during the peak of the drought, I have a renewed appreciation for bathing. It is a guilty pleasure and I remain incapable of filling the bath to the brim.