Some weeks there are too many pictures on this blog. But this hasn’t been one of those weeks and there are words everywhere.
It’s time to remedy that situation.
I grabbed this image from the upper slopes of the Groot Constantia Wine Estate on the evening that my boy was meeting Father Christmas and as the sun set across the Cape Flats.
It seems that I still have my fascination with dead trees.
I’m not sure that this is a good thing.
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.
A couple of photos taken this morning.
One of mine, taken in Cape Town, featuring my boy and False Bay:
And one of my Dad’s, taken in Sheffield, featuring his back garden:
And although for many it might seem to be a no-brainer, I’m actually struggling to decide where I would rather be right now…