Not much time to blog today, but for all the right reasons. We walked up to the old Sanatorium above Simonstown: 160m ascent in just 700m was quite a test, but on the plus side, there were great views and we didn’t get mugged.
It’s the small things.
This is one of the trestles for the old cableway that ran here in the first half of last century. Quite an amazing sight running right down to the harbour from the top here…
Right. A shorter, more picturey post today. Not like that behemoth yesterday. So many words.
On Sunday, we headed up to SIlvermine to get some space and winter sunshine ahead of what proved to be quite a fearsome Cape storm.
Vehicular access to the area is still closed, which adds an extra couple of kilometres to your walk, but they were generally nice kilometres and we had some lovely views across the Cape Flats to the snow-capped peaks beyond.
Should have taken my tripod. Didn’t. Oh well. Next time.
Have a look at some photos here.
Still – a great day out and we breathed in all of that fresh air pumped into Cape Town ahead of the cold front.
Things have changed a bit recently, haven’t they?
A year ago, we were here, watching this:
As part of this.
The longer this sorry situation goes on, the more frustrating I am finding it and the more I am realising that there is likely to be no quick fix to any of it.
It’s also made me realise that I need to put dates on my blog posts again…
I miss the old life – like the stuff above.
Do I stop the “Day n” prefix to these posts at 100, much like I stopped my daily photos at 50?
I have about… [checks notes…] 2 or 3 days to decide. The first thought is that I should keep them going until the actual end of the lockdown, whenever that may be, but it could be that the software can’t count that high.
These are the sort of things that keep me awake at night.
You can see that I am a very light sleeper.
Today has been busy. Lots of little jobs which I have managed to stretch throughout the daylight hours. I’ve now lit the braai and I’m planning on burgers for dinner. Quite what the rest of the family is going to do, I don’t know.
And so, let’s chuck up this morning’s quota photo, taken as a light mist descended over the back garden a couple of hours after sunrise:
There’s another one which you may have seen on Instagram already.
Some readers have suggested that faeries should be added (or perhaps just spotted), and I gave that a go, but my photoshop skills aren’t up to those of Elsie and Frances.
I’ll be back tomorrow with more words and pictures – including notes on how difficult it is to ‘tog garden birds when your beagle insists on immediately chasing anything that moves.
Especially if it has wings.
It’s no wonder I couldn’t get a faerie today.
[Glasto (2) post postponed for the moment, because…]
We went for a drive down the Atlantic Seaboard yesterday. Well… a bit of it, anyway.
Weather like yesterday’s can’t be ignored and we needed the fresh, unsullied air from the ocean.
There was plenty of it to go around, with some frothing chaos on Slangkop beach:
And some grim, stormy seas behind the lighthouse:
It’s always difficult to demonstrate the sheer scale of the seas in photos. So just suffice to say that I was very glad to be on the land and not on the water. Big waves. Big.
The weather was dark, moody and gloomy one minute:
But patchy sunlight scudded across the bay every now and again, giving some occasional delicious light:
You can see all the photos (that I felt were worth sharing) from yesterday here.
And you can come back here for that other Glasto-inspired post tomorrow.