Day 185 – Sad start

Not much to say today. The drive back from Agulhas was better than it could have been – we cut over the Highlands Pass instead of joining the hoards going over Houw Hoek and saved ourselves a couple of hours.

But United lost again. Three from three now and that same comment from those watching: “They didn’t deserve to lose”.

Sadly, while that may be true (I was driving home and didn’t watch so I can’t say today), you don’t get points for deserving to win. And when you’re playing well and not winning, you wonder what can be changed to make a difference.

I’m tired this evening – physically and mentally. Early one tonight, I think.

Day 184 – Tropical

I’m about to braai some meat, but the clouds are currently dumping all the water on Suiderstrand and so I’m hiding inside for a while first.

With the wind coming straight off the Atlantic, it’s very easy to see when the next precipitation is on the way and consequently, very easy to avoid getting wet.

No such worries earlier when my daughter grabbed the camera and took this image of her mum in front of a tropical lagoon:

You wouldn’t recognise it now. My wife wouldn’t be out there now. In fact, she isn’t – she’s just over there also sitting in the warmth, enjoying an alcoholic beverage.

The rain has stopped. I’m going to braai. Have a nice evening.

Day 183 – SLPP

I’ve never been a huge fan of Sir Lowry’s Pass, which carries the N2 out of Cape Town and towards the Overberg. Too many hours spent in traffic jams heading home after wonderful weekends away. It’s a means to an end and we generally like to get past it as quickly as possible.

When we drove over it yesterday though, we went through the clouds and suddenly… well… wow.
For the first time in literally hundreds and hundreds of trips, we had to stop and admire the view.
And, given the fact that my tripod was buried under a few days’ worth of luggage, I’m fairly happy with how this hand-held pano came out.

44.6 Megapixels of view above the blanket of clouds covering the Cape Flats. And – about a third of the way in from the left – Table Mountain and Devils Peak, floating like an island* in a sea of clouds about 46 km away.

Go and look at the whole thing here.

Today couldn’t be more different: horizontal rain being flung from the South Atlantic at the front of the cottage. We’re staying inside, drinking red wine, playing games and… well… writing blog posts.

I may drag the beagle along the beach later.

 

(I may not.)

 

 

* do islands float?

Day 132 – Yeah, so…

…about that weekend away.

Partly because we needed to get down there and check everything was OK. Party because “intra-provincial travel for leisure” was allowed again. Partly because we just needed escape from Cape Town. And yes, partly because there was a family birthday.

We couldn’t really have wished for a better weekend. The weather was incredible, prompting walks along the shore, photography and late night braais. Not bad for the middle of winter. And the fact that our place was built to withstand the worst that the South Atlantic could fling at it meant that it had done exactly that: it was all in good, ship-shape condition. In turn, that meant that we had plenty more time than we thought to just relax and chill out.

We used it wisely.

Even as the weather closed in on Monday evening, we stayed out and about until the very last minute, grabbing every last bit of sunlight:

And even when the weather was scary, stormy and windy the next morning, I still managed to get out and get a PB for 10km, despite being off road and on shore for much of the distance. Chuffed. (Spoiler: the World Record is still very much intact and in absolutely no danger from me. I are not fast.)

More photos (you may have seen a few of them over the previous few days on here) are now up on Flickr. Some decent stuff in there, though I say it myself – remind me to tell you about my epiphany at some point.