Day 179 – View

The weekend away was a massive success. Fun, friendship, general foolishness and a frightening amount of drinking. And while we kept ourselves to ourselves for the most part, when we did go out and about we were sensible, respectful and cognisant of the current situation. We also went some way to supporting the local economy of this small farming community in the Western Cape by buying all of the wood that they could provide.

All of it.

The place we stayed at was close enough to civilisation to be convenient, but remote enough that we didn’t have to restrain ourselves too much.

And there was this view when we arrived as well:

Rubbish composition because there was only a tiny balcony to get the shot from. Sorry.

If this sort of geological feature was in the UK, it would have a name and everyone would know it. But the best description I can find of this is the edge of the Koue Bokkeveld (the “cold buck shrubland”). I think it deserves more.

The scenery around the place was all pretty amazing though, and I’m hopeful that I can get the family out there to have a visit at some point in the near future.

Day 166 – Orange

No, it might not have been the wettest year on record, but there was a very reasonable amount of rain. Certainly enough that our Clivia patch has gone a bit mental and given us the best display since we inherited it.

Sadly, because it’s so long and thin, it’s quite difficult to all get in, but you can see orange from front to back in this poorly planned, wildly overexposed shot. Mooi!

I’m really not a gardener, but these are pretty, bright and really require very little effort to look after: they’re very much my sort of plant.

Next week: grass! (No, not that sort of grass…)

Day 130 – Terns

The weather continues to be unseasonably lovely and so we continue to enjoy the outdoors as much as we can. Today’s Quota Photo comes from Rasper Punt, just along the coast from Cape Agulhas.

An unedited shot of several (or more) Swift Terns which were passing through into a stiff north-westerly breeze. And this was just a fraction of the flock which filled most of the sky at one point.

I might have a play with this one when I get home – it’s a bit washed out and doesn’t do justice to what we actually saw.

But right now: birthday cake and beer. A wonderful combination.
Geniet jou dag. Wear a mask.

Day 129 – Baby Beach QP

The braai is lit and we’re back from a wander around the village and down by the sea.

There’s a fillet steak inside ready to go, there’s a 2013 Uitkyk shiraz in my glass and there’s Tori Amos on the ever-reliable Sony speaker.

So I’m giving you this – a quick point and shoot effort from our walk – and getting back to the important stuff at hand…

 

Have a lovely evening.

I plan to.

Day 121 – Cableway QP

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…