It might be December and it might be in the North of the UK, but the sun does shine sometimes:
Granddad led the way, and Alex was ever so happy to follow over the stepping stones in Endcliffe Park.
Proper family time in the winter sun.
Take it, Frank:
Come fly with me,
Let’s fly, let’s fly away
If you could use some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay…
But I’m not going anywhere near India, Bombay is now Mumbai, and this isn’t actually an invitation. Still, while we’re on the subject, much new found respect for Frank Sinatra in keeping a straight face while telling us about the possible entertainment on the South American leg of our shared trip:
In llama-land there’s a one-man band
And he’ll toot his flute for you
Really, Frank? Really?
Nope, we’re UK-bound this evening at the end of a couple of hectic weeks which have exemplified this year for Family 6000. As ever when on the road, I will continue to attempt to blog each day, but I promise nothing. But you should probably expect fewer words and more photos – maybe a bit of Tumblr mode. You’ll survive.
If this is an issue for you, please drop me an email stating why you deserve a full refund.
Oh, and your bank details, obviously.
Look after SA for me while I’m gone, OK?
I’m not on foursquare, which is good for you because it’s annoying and not very much use.
I can however, borrow their name and use it as a blog post title. And thus, herewith, four square photos of Cape Agulhas Lighthouse.
Gorgeous new paint job, hey?
Back to Cape Town now for us. Back to internet, to TV, back to work and to real life. But the memories of an amazing holiday are still very fresh and I already can’t wait to get back there.
There are more photos on flickr.
As promised, we got up to the top of the newly refurbished Cape Agulhas lighthouse this afternoon.
Here’s Instagram’s take on the 7.5 million candlepower light and lens.
The museum, small art gallery and tourist info places in the lighthouse building are simple, but informative and there’s a much more open feeling about the whole ground floor.
Upstairs, however, is as steep and as tight as ever, but if my daughter got up there when she was three years old, you have no excuse. 🙂