Our expedition around the Agulhas coastline passed off without incident.
My smart idea to dress Alex in brightly coloured clothes (yes, that’s an old Sheffield United away kit) meant that he was easy to pick out amongst the crowds and comprehensively failed to get lost.
Great parenting.
Well done, Dad.
…which was nice.
It remains a bit weird to me – as a Northern Hemispherean – that this is December.
Still, I’m not complaining.
Our engineering skills were eventually defeated by the incoming South Atlantic Ocean, but it took a whole lot longer than we expected.
If we’d been allowed to use cement, scaffolding and possibly a large crane, I’m totally convinced that it could have lasted even longer.
We made a lunch stop at Houw Hoek Inn today and while in the play area, the kids saved a couple of toads that had fallen into the pit beneath the ground level trampoline.
They were surrounded by the desiccated bodies of their brethren (the toads, not the kids), and thus seemed very happy to be released safely down by the river there.