Day 219 – Memories and naps

219 – that used to be the MW frequency for Manx Radio.

Manx Radio. Two! One! Nine!

…was the jingle. I’m sure that you are singing along in your head as I am in mine. Those were, as they like to tell us, the days.

I don’t think you’d advertise a show over there (or anywhere else, really) with that sort of headline right now.

But I digress. Often.

We’re down in Agulhas and I’ve spent the morning cutting back the fynbos and cleaning out the braai area. I did have plans for a mid-afternoon nap, but suddenly I feel that a pre-mid-afternoon nap nap may be called for.

You should hear what I’m got planned for the early evening.

(Actually, I have a couple of Only Connect shows to catch up on…)

It’s been a heavy, disturbed, stressful week and the fresh air, sunshine and peace and quiet are exactly what we needed.

And the wildlife is enjoying the springtime too: skinks, scorpions, a mongoose and several (or more) really large moths around yesterday, together with some White Stork, Glossy Ibis and Ostrich on the way down here. And then, just before a very early bedtime, a pair of Spotted Eagle Owls and some passing Black-Crowned Night Herons yesterday evening.

Idyllic. Idyllic, but all rather tiring. Nap time.

Day 128 – Happiest

It’s been four and a half months since we were here. I hadn’t realised just how much I had missed it.

Freedom, fresh air. Fantastic.

And our place still exists. Through the winter storms and the long, dark lockdown. It’s OK.

We’re being good and keeping ourselves to ourselves, but places here are open and there is pressure to support the local businesses, which have suffered and continue to do so.

We’ll play it by ear. In the meantime…

Heaven.

Dash

I’ve had to make a quick trip across (a bit of) the country, so might not be able to get a blog post in later.

Nothing desperate, but really not ideal either: just some pre-lockdown admin. Got to be prepared, because I really don’t believe that three weeks is going to be enough…

Anyway, thoughts to follow if I get chance. And if not, at least there was this here today.

Go down

It’s that day, at last.

We’re finally heading back down to Agulhas for a few days after… well… far too long. That does mean that this post will have to be short because I have this much [indicates very large amount] organisation and sorting out to do before we head off.

There is internet there, and there should be time to stick some stuff up both on here and over on the ‘gram. The weather looks cold, crisp and clear and actually, I cannot wait to get there.

So without further ado, I’ll see you on the other side (of Bredasdorp).

Down South

After a dreadful drive down, I’m back in my Happy Place, a few kilometres from the bottom of Africa. The traffic was awful – much worse than one would expect for a mid-morning on a public holiday – but on the plus side, we only nearly died twice.

That’s the driving done for the day though, so the first beer has been successfully partaken off, and a wander along the local beach beckons.

Later, unaffected by the loadshedding, we’ll braai and drink red wine and eat chocolate. And then tomorrow, a mini road trip around the Agulhas Plain and off towards Elim.

But more of that then. Right now, there’s a beach calling my name.