On Sunday, we headed up to SIlvermine to get some space and winter sunshine ahead of what proved to be quite a fearsome Cape storm.
Vehicular access to the area is still closed, which adds an extra couple of kilometres to your walk, but they were generally nice kilometres and we had some lovely views across the Cape Flats to the snow-capped peaks beyond.
Should have taken my tripod. Didn’t. Oh well. Next time.
Some proteas (not from the weekend, but who’s checking anyway), a specific startrail (despite the brightest moon EVER!), some shipwreck (I didn’t know which one I liked best, so I shared four) and some birdage (taken by my daughter).
This is just the first batch, documenting only the first few days of the holiday as well. I do seem to have taken a lot of photos. Looking back through them now, I couldn’t even remember taking some of them.
The one above though: well, I decided that I couldn’t sleep, jumped off the boat (fortunately on the dry side) went wandering around a deserted village in my nightwear looking for shots.
There’s still another week of France to come before we head over to the UK and the Isle of Man.
And there are still all the images from my phone and my Mavic.