Look. It’s the SAS Amatola rounding Cape Agulhas on Operation CORONA.
Protecting our most southerly borders from invasion by… penguins?
Seriously, with almost 5000km of land borders, which potential illegal immigrant is seriously thinking that Cape Agulhas is the best way into SA?
I need to go and kick a football around in the silly African heat, so here’s a quick QP to keep the streak going.
I was sorting through some old images looking for a suitable print for a friend’s wall when I came across this one taken a few years back, in Agulhas.
Oooh. So ethereal!
More (and I really do mean more) tomorrow.
I was looking through some old images earlier when I found this one of a Suiderstrand sunset.
Obviously a lot has changed since this was taken back in December 2017. Not just in Suiderstrand (none of which you can see anyway), but in the world in general. Not even Cyril was in charge back when this was taken. Of course, there are some who would say he’s never really been in charge.
Anyway, rich, golden tones over the most very easterly bit of the Atlantic Ocean. And the lagoon somewhere down there too.
Some fun at the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset Concert last night, where Mango Groove were playing. Sadly(?), I was too busy picnicking and enjoying the music to take photos or video, but suffice to say, they were very good.
And today has been another busy one, taking Dad around the peninsula, then back to the first piano lesson of the year: school starts again soon.
We’ve got another few days of doing tourist stuff, so please accept a QP taken of the beagle in our 24 hours in Agulhas.
With the breeze coming straight off the sea, ear flappery was rife, and I was able to get this pic of Colin enjoying the view out towards Uruguay.
Once my Photoshop skills are properly honed, I might add a cape so that she can look like a true superhero.
I might not.
I have a feeling that the afternoon and evening are going to run away from me (not literally – that would be weird), and so I thought I’d pop up a quick Quota Photo.
This one was taken in the car park of one of the places I stayed up in Limpopo when I was taking photos there last March.
Ostrich in a car park?
I know, I know, its serious.
Sorry.
The acacia tree made for a nice frame for this male ostrich’s head. His comedic goon expression does the rest quite nicely.
When I was younger, growing up in Sheffield, we generally didn’t have ostriches wandering around the car parks. Perhaps a pigeon, sometimes a squirrel, but nothing really this big or daft looking.
Not to say this is the usual thing here in SA either. Although your chances of spotting a wild baboon or ostrich in a parking area are probably here than in Broomhill.
But despite the rather larger wildlife, you’re still perfectly safe.
As long as it chooses not to kick you to death with its terrifying dinosaur feet, of course.