Flying high

It’s been another manic weekend here at Chez 6000.
The last of my regulation energy expired on Wynberg School field a few hours back and I’m definitely well through my reserve tanks now.

My boy (though now asleep) enjoyed his weekend to the fullest, and so this quota photo on him hanging in mid-air during a Southern Cape dune jumping session seemed the most appropriate I could find at rather short notice:

This last dregs of my ATP will be expended on replying to comments from loonies on this post.
Entertaining stuff and well worth a read.

This is getting better and better and better…

The infamous words of football commentator John Motson as England banged 5 goals past Germany back on 1st September 2001. A match we watched in the old and somewhat scruffy Brittania Inn in Headington, before going down the Cowley Road to celebrate. I think I put an Aresnal fan in a skip that night, if I remember rightly. All good fun and games though.

At least for me.

And Motty’s words were echoed this evening on the balcony of a Sea Point apartment as those assembled for birthday drinks watched the sun set over the South Atlantic.

It was rather spectacular, as these thinned versions of the (sadly) cellphone pics show. One other interesting feature was the prominent tower block which appears to be moving slowly, but steadily north as the sequence progresses. That might have been due to the champagne though (I’m assuming it had been drinking too).
Bigger versions of these are available in my pretentiously named Sunsets & Skyscapes set on flickr:

Photos of sunsets or images in which the sky makes up an important part of or is integral to the user’s overall visual experience.

Seriously, who writes this stuff…?

Wish I was there

It’s just a more personal form of “wish you were here”…

Taken in L’Agulhas last week. If you’re willing to go bigger, you’ll see the lighthouse (as if you need proof: why would I ever lie to my loyal reader(s)?).
Don’t be fooled by the blue skies – there was a howling gale blowing and I could barely stand up to take this photo.  Still, it was much preferable to the miserable, grey Cape Town outside my window right now.

Driving South on the D130

Weather good, traffic not too heavy.
Just heading through some charming little towns down the country lane that is laughingly named the D130.

Amazing to see the pride the locals take in their villages and roads down here.
This one looks a bit tight with a difficult turn just after you go in, but it’s so beautifully presented and clean.