Not much time to blog today, but for all the right reasons. We walked up to the old Sanatorium above Simonstown: 160m ascent in just 700m was quite a test, but on the plus side, there were great views and we didn’t get mugged.
It’s the small things.
This is one of the trestles for the old cableway that ran here in the first half of last century. Quite an amazing sight running right down to the harbour from the top here…
I have several (or more) commitments of varying interest and excitement this afternoon and evening. It probably means that I won’t manage to get a blog post out, and thus I’m going to leave a quota photo here just so there is something to satisfy the needy hordes.
So here’s a miserable day at Slangkop in 2013, for no particular reason other than the one above.
Lovely day with the berg wind blowing today, so we walked the beagle early and then I used the opportunity to get a few jobs done (including bathing a reluctant canine) and watched a bit of the cricket.
A far cry from a few months ago up the mountain, where it was grey, cold and wet. Especially for these guys:
Such were the conditions up there that it was only the next morning we saw the sign saying that perhaps swimming “wasn’t allowed”.
So obviously, if you see any of these individuals in the street, please remind them that they were inadvertently very naughty up in the clouds and they really shouldn’t do it again.
Busy day today and a party this evening (at a place with a massive log fire, thank goodness: it’s been one of the coldest weeks since I moved to SA), so I’m chucking in a quick Quota Photo for today’s post.