Loser

So, it turns out that my photographs of the endangered African Black Oystercatchers that I took on the day of the walk didn’t win any awards in the photography competition organised by the Elim wine farm of the same name.

Sad. But that doesn’t mean that they won’t make decent quota photos for this blog post.

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Awesome birds. You can see them in their full glory here and here. And then you can click the left and right arrows to see more Oystercatcher pictures.
You know you want to.

Meanwhile, the competition continues apace on Facebook, where it’s sadly become more of a popularity contest than a judgement based on photographic talent. You can see all of the top 5 there, but something has gone very wrong if this one (it’s number 4) doesn’t win.

More from me tomorrow, as I mentally prepare to head through the lentil curtain to the Other Side Of The Mountain, where be dragons (allegedly), and scary people (definitely).

Promise fulfilled

Yesterday, tired and emotional, I promised that I would upload photos from the weekend onto Flickr. Well, now I have. I’m nothing if not reliable.

As I explained earlier, the weather was nothing if not variable, with a gloriously sunny Saturday (above), followed by a moody and grey Sunday (below). I quite liked both.


My walk was just to explore a bit of coastline I hadn’t managed to get to before. Any beach walk with the kids typically has to end at or nearby the cottage at Piet se Punt, which is 2km from our place. Add the 2km back, the fact that it’s beach walking, and the detours to see rock pools, sand dunes and the like, and you’re going to run out of time, youthful energy, or both.

Thus, I chose to go alone when I set off to see a bit further around the corner (ironically the first bay you come to is Hoek se Baai). And when I got back, I had done 16km in 3 hours. I’d love to share tales of towering cliffs, rocky inlets, smugglers’ caves and possibly, aliens. But the truth is that this bit of coast is actually rather non-descript in geological (and extraterrestrial) terms. Dotted with seemingly abandoned buildings all the way to Die Walle (apparently, a really good fishing spot), I got almost as far west as the end of Brandfontein beach (you may remember that from here or here). And there, I found a handful of really modern lodges which looked like self catering places, and which I guess must be part of the Brian Mansergh Private Nature Reserve, but which I can’t find anywhere online, or on Google Earth. Recent build then, but poorly publicised too, and that’s a shame, because they look fantastic.

My aim was to get a photo of a Black Oystercatcher to enter into a competition from a local vineyard (bet you can’t guess which one), and I got several, including finding a chick in the weed on the beach. However, other pictures may also have been taken.

You can see these much promised and discussed images here.

Brandfontein colours

You were warned that this week would be photo heavy, and so it has proven to be. Today are no exception.

No trip through to Black Oystercatcher would be complete without several stops to see buzzards, flamingusses and these wholly unadulterated colours at Brandfontein.

And then, at the end of it all, there’s some superb food and wine to be had. And a swimming pool for the kids, which is good because it was 40 degrees celsius in the shade today. Hawt.

We had a lovely time and the Flickr album has been updated once again.

Sense at the Black Oystercatcher

We went out to the Black Oystercatcher for an amazing lunch today. And while there was a lot to admire on the menu, it was this that particularly caught my eye:

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Yep. After I commented on the struggles of local businesses in season, here’s a completely reasonable solution, elegantly mentioned at the top of the menu.

Nice work, Black Oystercatcher. And bloody good food as well.

It’s Worse Than That…

He’s dead, Jim.

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Finding this unfortunate fellow by the roadside did nothing to diminish our appetites, nor our enjoyment of a superb lunch at the Black Oystercatcher.

Now, a collection of quills sits in the car as the kids build sandcastles on Struisbaai beach. Later, there will be beer and a braai.

Life is tough at the Southern Tip.