Back from a weekend of crashing surf and blustery beach walks on the Cape coast, which was I believe, what I was aiming for before my op, it seems that my recovery is almost complete.
We spotted this chap in the dunes behind the beach.
There are a few more photos here.
A post, a post… My kingdom for a post. According to Mr Shakespeare, so speaketh Richard III back on Bosworth Field back in 1485, although in the throes of battle, he was misheard and his request was mistakenly thought to be for a horse. Looking back, just speakething (albeit boldly speakething) about wanting a horse would be a rather short-sighted thing to do when one considers that if he were to blog about it his need, he could then tie it in to Facebook and twitter, reaching a much wider audience and hugely increasing his chances of securing some equine transport.
Richard III was a canny fellow and what he really wanted was a blog post – and through that, a horse, escape, freedom and the chance to fight another day.
Sadly, Richard III was with MTN and had failed to activate his roaming option before arriving in Leicestershire. Thus, there was no connectivity, no chance of any blog post, no horse and – as history tells us – no chance to fight another day.
So it is with me. Because of my enforced bed rest, I haven’t been doing anything and moments of inspiration for suitable blog post topics have been few and far between. This explains why inspirational blog posts have also been few and far between.
However, there is some good news: @JacquesR came to the party with some inspiration via Facetube earlier and a link to some very interesting long-exposure pics on design milk:
The pictures are taken on the New Transit Yurikamome – a rail system in Tokyo, Japan and are by Flickr user AppuruPai and there’s plenty more Yurikamome goodness in her Yurikamome set.
Stuck as I am in a hospital bed (or, if things have gone horribly awry, a mortuary fridge) in the land-locked southern suburbs, I am probably unable to enjoy a nice sea view out of the window (there are no windows in a fridge).
So, I’ll probably be mostly dreaming of getting out and about again soon for some crashing surf and blustery beach walks on the Cape coast. Meanwhile, here’s a quick quota photo to keep me going:
Of course, if I actually am in a mortuary fridge, this is going to appear horribly creepy, so I should probably tell you that this was written pre-op, as there’s no wifi in here and my fingers are too stiff to type.
Because of one thing and another (but mainly one thing), I think it’s fair to say that posts are going to be a little erratic here for the next week at least, so please bear with me and in the meantime, enjoy a quota photo of Green Point Lighthouse:
I’ve never really understood why it is painted in garish red and white diagonal stripes.
“So that it stands out from the buildings around it,” they tell me.
Does the big, bright, rotating light on the top of it not do that adequately enough then?
And how can the crews of ships passing off the Atlantic seaboard see the stripes at night anyway? Even with very powerful binoculars, they would surely be dazzled by that big, bright, rotating light on the top of it.
And when they can see the stripes during the day, at what point is it important that they recognise the building as a lighthouse? Surely the presence of any building at all would indicate land: something which is best avoided if you are a ship – vessels which tend to prefer wet places, which land is not.
Colour me confused (but not diagonally red and white).
Not really – actually a shot across Table Bay from Green Point yesterday, but it could be Österreich!
I was almost tempted to burst into something from The Sound of Music, but I didn’t.
I did mention that this week was going to be a bit hectic. Perhaps you could amuse yourself with my (still uploading) Playing at Green Point Flickr set, with about a million options for Smartphone and Desktop background loveliness.
