The kids were anxious to get to the beach this morning after last weekend’s stupifying temperatures and who were we to deny them, despite the fact it was only 18°C under dreary English grey skies?
Clovelly was the beach of choice and Alex’s latest pastime of digging a really big hole in the sand began in earnest, while Kristen’s favourite role as dog-spotter was equally successful. Mum was busy being buried as Dad went off to snap some of the urban ugliness in this otherwise beautiful spot.
It seems so out of place. Look beyond this nastiness and there is the Silvermine Nature Reserve. Turn around and you’ve got a stunning view down the False Bay coast via Fishhoek to Simonstown and beyond towards Cape Point. But the railway is a thin scar that runs right the way along the coast from Muizenberg to Simonstown.
From the train, the view of the beach is spectacular; from the beach, the view of the train less so.
But it made for a rather interesting photograph 🙂
What is it about boys digging big holes? I remember having a similar obsession myself, and then at various times have holidayed with two other boys that had the same.
And if it wasn’t digging big holes, it was trying to dig out the big rocks that emerge from the sand. I have a photo somewhere myself of my nephew’s efforts in one case when, after an entire day of digging, we came to the conclusion that the “rock” was actually a piece of upthrusting bedrock!
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