Pete has a point

I am here: 34 48.878 S 19 56.390 E,19.93984

Piet se Punt – literally “Pete’s Point” – with just the crashing surf, a few Black Oystercatchers, the battling contrapuntal cello and piano of Ludovico Einaudi and the mad, mad wind for company. Still, this is summer and it’s still shorts and t-shirt weather.

It’s a rare moment alone – the kids and the wife back at the cottage sleeping off the midnight fireworks on Struisbaai beach to see in the new year – and I’m enjoying it.

It’s elemental, lonely and almost belittling to see the power of nature. I could quite happily die here, although the intention is rather to head back and sink some Black Labels over a potjie.

All the best for 2012 and thanks in advance for sticking with 6000 miles… through what promises to be another year.

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