A rather limiting sore head today. I don’t often get headaches, but this was a fugly one. And it means that there’s lots to do tomorrow on the kids’ last day of holiday.
It also means an early night tonight.
More tomorrow.
Kermorvan
A lighthouse in Brittany (and number four listed here): Kermorvan
Photo by Duarte Sol Photography.
Not my ideal style of lighthouse. I like the round tower – this is all a little too bulky and reminiscent of a castle keep.
But the photo – wow. The clarity and detail of the solid elements against that deliciously soft, cotton wool, long exposure sea.
Very nice.
No sleep til bedtime
And then maybe not even then.
The beagle kept me awake for quite a lot of the night last night. Generally, the beagle is a very good sleeper. This probably comes from practising all day, every day – either in its basket or on the couch in the study. The commitment to attain new levels of extreme laziness is to be admired, but then, that’s basically what beagles are made for.
Last night was an exception though.
I’m not 100% sure what the problem was, but a gentle scratching in the kitchen quickly turned to crashing as several (or more) kilos of prime beagle meat repeatedly flung itself at the door in an effort to get me to come downstairs and let it out into the garden to ‘look around for stuff’ and have a pee.
It’s cold when you need to drag the beagle back in from the garden in the early hours of the morning. Colder still when you were cosy in bed before it started complaining.
But, finally it was relocated into its basket in the kitchen, and I was restored to my original position just beneath the duvet.
And then, 20 minutes later, it did it again. A quick glance at Mrs 6000 was all it took to make me realise that I was completely on my own in carefully defenestrating the dog again.
And so I did, and again, after 5 or more minutes of wandering around the garden and sniffing things, I managed to get it back into its basket.
And then, 30 minutes later… Look, you get the picture.
And once it’s happened a few times, you find yourself lying awake in bed, just waiting for the next whine, bark or splintering of the kitchen door. Even when (thankfully) none is forthcoming.
Thus, I am knackered. Look, I don’t really do sleep deprivation very well, but the good news is that from initial investigations, it seems that I can just about function on the couple of hours I got. That’s probably just while things are going well though. If you cross me today, I. Will. Cut. You.
Oh, and a note on the beagle, because it obviously had an equally disturbed night. Well, while I dragged myself out of the house into the rain and off to the laboratory this morning, it was back to rehearsing its slumbers on the couch.
*forced smile*
Rugby is laughable
“My sport is better than your sport…”
So goes the playground-style oneup[person]ship on social media and at braais and even occasionally at the Molton Brown Curry Club.
I don’t usually get involved.
My sport is football, and I understand that it might not be everyone’s cup of tea. Additionally, I also recognise that football has its faults. I’ve been telling the authorities how to sort them out for years and years. Thankfully, it looks like they’ve finally begun to listen.
Finally, some progress being made to make football less laughable.
Meanwhile in rugby (so often the sporting bastion of the anti-footy pisstakers) they’re heading the other way.
Yep – next time some egg-chaser has a pop at my favourite sport, I might just bite back by showing them this… this… utter mess.
That’s the final Super 18 table for this season, and beagle-eyed readers will not amusing little cameos like the fourth placed Brumbies having 34 points and the fifth placed Hurricanes having 58.
That’s really not how leagues should work.
At least football is working to stamp out its problems. Local rugby bosses are compounding and exacerbating their troubles and generally trashing their sport, season by season.
It’s both sad and hilarious to watch (which is something that fewer and fewer fans are doing, unsurprisingly).
Schadenfreude isn’t just a river in Egypt.
Genius Tourism Board
Regular readers know I love Cape Agulhas. It’s my happy place. I walk, I take photos, I fly my drone, I eat, I drink, I braai, I sit, I watch, I enjoy; I love it there. It even has its own category on here. And in my mind, it doesn’t need selling as a tourist destination. But of course, if does need selling as a tourist destination, because there are loads of other amazing places in South Africa, all vying for your visit by being sold as tourist destinations.
Generally, I have to say that the agency responsible for encouraging you to go down south – “Discover Cape Agulhas” – does a pretty good job. And while the drive through the rolling hills of the Southern Cape is usually very enjoyable, I’m really not sure what they were thinking by posting this quote over (arguably) their biggest draw card this morning:
Eish.
Let me set the record straight (if you haven’t worked it out from my first paragraph already):
Yes, the journey is great, especially if you travel well. But arriving is actually what it’s all about – we’ve been through this before. Don’t be put off by the thought of a decent journey being ruined by eventually getting to Cape Agulhas. Because when you get there, it really is very good – I promise.
Despite whatever the tourist agency are hinting at here.