No hurry

We’re still enjoying some wonderful weather down at the Southern Tip, and there’s really no hurry to get back to Cape Town. Yes, school starts again this week, but it doesn’t start tomorrow, and so we can afford a little more time to relax before we head back home.

And so before I light the braai this evening, I’m sitting in the fresh air – which isn’t moving anywhere near as fast as it was last time we were down here – and enjoying a spicy Bloody Nora with some Chilli [sic] Infusion Vodka from Deep South Distillery. Because of the irritating timing of loadshedding this evening, we’ll eat late tonight, which means braaibroodjie starters to get us through until sundowners, and then some proper vleis a little later on. I can confirm that the rumours of rump steak and peri-peri chicken are not unfounded.

But in the meantime, it’s easy to relax when your biggest concerns are getting a blog post done and lighting a fire.


There were big plans for a long blog post today. But then time got in the way. A bit of a lie-in after yesterday’s busy day, and now a family braai has been planned for this evening.

I have some very decent Swartland Shiraz to pair with my steak. Needs must.

And so, dear reader, can we agree to meet here again tomorrow for a real post (T&C’s apply)?

Thanks so much for your understanding.

Ever hopeful

Down at the cottage. Beautiful light on the way down here, but it was all about getting here and getting the braai lit.

Someone wanted a lamb chop.

Gazing wistfully into the braai doesn’t mean you’re getting what’s on the grid. But it’s always worth a try.

It’s happening next door

Botswana has implemented loadshedding. That might not seem very surprising to people “overseas”, but generally, Botswana is regarded as the stable, unfluttered, well-managed, “sensible cousin” bit of the Southern Africa. Well, the bit on the continent, anyway: Mauritius is the gold standard for excellence if you’re willing to cross a bit of ocean. More beaches than Botswana too.
But look:

It reads almost word for word like an Eskom announcement. And indeed, why not copy the text from the experts? A couple of points regarding the above: the footer unironically stating that they are “Powering Botswana To Prosperity” (except for the next few weeks, it seems). And the images top right, which are actually the same image, but with one very slightly rotated. Sadly, this only serves to suggest that the transmission line in question is falling over. Prescient.

Of course, we’re also in for blackouts this evening, including one at dinner time. Spotting this ahead of time, I’ve fired up the braai and we’re going to make the most of it with some decent meat and some decent red wine. There’s nothing we can do about it, and constant unfettered rage (like this lady – wow) will surely only lead to an early grave (which will mean less incidences of loadshedding in your lifetime, but still…).
So we’re going to cook oor die kole this evening, saving electricity we haven’t got and making the most of the situation. The glass is always half full, unless it’s that shiraz from Tulbagh (which it is), in which case it gets drained pretty quickly.


A rather nice Bloody Nora (with this and this). Soooo good.

See you on the other side.

Salt Coast

Down at the cottage. Braai. Beer. Beautiful evening.

I need to braai. And Spotify is doing its thing. So please allow me to share some Kae Tempest with you.


We’re onto Working Men’s Club and my fifteenth Milk Stout now, so I’d better get on with the cooking.

More. Tomorrow.