A good weekend

We headed down to Agulhas in the dark on Friday. That meant that we managed to get a whole Friday afternoon of activities in Cape Town and still wake up down at the Southern Tip on Saturday morning.

And actually, I have no issue with driving down the R316 at any time of the day or night. Always fun.

And it was a fun family weekend with some superb weather.

Walking on the beach, braai’ing and games night yesterday.

And then, after a lovely lie in, 8½kms  barefoot along Struisbaai beach with some considerable pace and speed. And yes, some blisters on my toes, but I’ll probably survive.

Home in time for a bit of footy on the TV and off to bed before the new week kicks off horribly early tomorrow.

It’s gone

The weekend has ended. Damn.

I’ve watched some footy (some good, some bad), I’ve done some random woodwork, I’ve walked well into the 20,000s of steps and I’ve had to avoid gym because of a grumpy muscle pull.

Two lie-ins though, and that’s been lovely.

Back to normal life this week, with some big family events coming up.

Last week was pretty good, with a passed learners test, and a superb concert performance.

Let’s see what the next seven days will bring.

It’s Sunday evening

It’s been a busy day following last night’s sleepover (not me). Horse riding (not me), gym (me), breakfast out (not me) and then a hike at Silvermine (also not me).

While it might not seem like I did a lot, I did provide lifts to and from most of the above.

And suddenly Monday is looming. How close? Well, I have switched the football over from England to Spain: the sporting equivalent of the Carte Blanche theme music for telling you that your weekend is over.

I’m having a quick glass of red wine before I head to bed. Numerous things going in for repair this week. More of that as they happen.

Right now, though, I’m going to doze off in front of the fire like an old man.

Day 339 – Back home

Back home to a roasting Cape Town, touching the high 30s, after a great walk on the beach Darn Sarf this morning.

Lobbed some sausages on the braai for dinner and wired up some external internet. As you do.

Now, a cold beer and some football.

It’s been a good weekend.

Can I be bothered to watch Ramaphosa’s address? Probably not.