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.
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).
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.