A note to self…
On our recent Agulhas trip, we did a quick drive through of the pretty, historic village of Elim, but didn’t have enough time to make a stop.
Still, there was enough there to tempt us into a return visit, so next time…
Next time
Category: quota photo
Gloomy scene
Back home and fighting against borrowed time ahead of a Big Night Out™ this evening.
So here’s a quote photo of last night’s rubbish sunset. Blue hour came early…
The previous evening, we’d got glorious peach and orange and then a visit from an otter (not a euphemism). Last night had its own charm, but no colour and no wildlife.
Tomorrow: a proper post (T&Cs apply).
Uber
Lots and lots (and lots) of ferrying people around today. I’d have made a fortune if I’d registered as some sort of metered taxi or e-hailing service.
Sadly though, I didn’t do that, and so it’s just been a lot of financially unrewarding running around: schools, taxi ranks, hospitals, more schools, stables, and – inevitably – Dodgeball training.
If they don’t win this World Cup, it won’t be through lack of effort.
So, in the absence of anything more substantial, here’s an image of the lighthouse at Cape St. Blaize. Just because.
13 metres shorter and 15 years younger than the iconic Cape Agulhas lighthouse, climbing to the top of this one was one of my highlights of our recent trip to the Mossel Bay area.
Punch
It’ a beautiful sunny afternoon, and we’re off to a school function shortly, which leaves me very little time to blog today. So let’s lob in a handbrake turn and add a gritty image from last week’s trip over to Robben Island as a quota photo for today’s post.
This was one of the original punching bags from the communal cells in the prison. Boxing was one of the sports practiced widely by the prisoners, with the other being – infamously – football.
The Shining Path
No, not that one.
I have a list of jobs to do which is growing longer by the day, rather than shorter. For every one I get rid of, another two seem to spring up…
The Hydra possessed many heads, the exact number of which varies according to the source. Later versions of the Hydra story add a regeneration feature to the monster: for every head chopped off, the Hydra would regrow two heads.
In keeping with the mythical hydra theme, my jobs list also has poisonous breath and blood so virulent that even its scent is deadly.
It’s no wonder I’m trying to keep my distance.
One of the jobs is editing photos. And I’ve had to subdivide that one. Still outstanding are the Elgin Train Trip, the Robben Island Tour and our Mossel Bay Road Trip. And a few smaller events in between.
Right now, I’m occasionally dipping in and out of Lightroom and trying to get a bit of rhythm going on Instagram. And that’s probably the best place to watch out for images at the moment, given the number of other potentially more pressing tasks that still await my attention.
Like the one above, looking down the shiny line between Eerste Rivier and Bellville on the way back from Saturday’s adventure. More like that coming soon on all major platforms (no train pun intended).
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