Keyboard

With apologies to William Shakespeare:

Is this a keyboard which I see before me, the… er… the keys toward my hand? Come, let me type upon thee. I have thee not (actually, I do have thee), and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? (as I said, you are) or art thou but a keyboard of the mind, a false creation?

No. No, it’s definitely here. Though the radio signal from thee seems rather faint. Maybe that’s the source of the problems here. Perchance new batteries are required.

It’s nice to be typing a blog post entry on a computer for the first time in a few weeks. Sure, you can write blog posts from your phone, but the keyboard is small, the screen is minimal, the interface isn’t great and autocarrot plays havoc with your spelling. None of those issues here.

But no, very definitely back in Cape Town and with several or more tasks to catch up on before heading back to the lab tomorrow (where I am sure there will be even more tasks), at least I am now sitting in front of a real computer and typing on real keys, rather than pixels.

The reason I’m sitting here is because I’ve been uploading a few photos onto Flickr. And I mean a few. I mentioned somewhere on here that I had done very little photography over the summer break, but even I was surprised at just how little. The weather wasn’t conducive to any night time shooting – either because of clouds or the high winds – and when it was, there was a lot of light pollution around because of the tourists flocking into Cape Agulhas. And during the day, I’m happy to report that we spent a good deal of time chilling out, dozing and reading, rather than braving the heat of the day and getting some photos taken.

I see no problem with this approach to holidays.

Anyway, those images that were taken (all few of them) can be found here.

The return

After a superb New Year on Struisbaai Beach, where the Afrikaners drink enough brandy to drown out the terrifying, owl-scaring fireworks, we’re back in Cape Town for our last day off work, which – continuing the firework talk – I’m expecting may be something like a damp squib.

Still, it’s still holiday and I’ve always been a huge fan of squibs (or in fact any cephalopods).

Tonight needs to be a gentle one, an early one, but we’re still going to fit in a bit of Amazon Prime viewing (part of my Xmas present from the long-suffering Mrs 6000). Their $2.99 (R42) introductory deal seems excellent value and has drawn us in hook, line and sinker.

Some photo uploadage tomorrow and we’ll be right back on track for 6000 miles… (The 2017 version).

See you there.

Rolling Stone

Lying in the cool of the cottage, the sun beating down outside, the turquoise blue of the ocean out of the window, and this playing on my 1995 JVC hi-fi:

The perfect soundtrack. This morning’s spring tide gave us some remarkable rockpooling opportunities, but with a few days more here before we can back to the hullabaloo of city life, there’s no reason to rush to get anything much done. And so, the lazing and the music continue.

Diet

I, like so many others in Cape Town, seem to have chosen to try the gastroenteritis diet after Xmas this year. The local Black Market in Loperamide is off the scale right now.

It’s going well: I’m losing about a kilo a day and therefore, by (late) March, I should cease to exist. Do the maths. I don’t care. Given the way I’m currently feeling, (late) March can’t come soon enough.

Most irritating of all is the fact that the family has had to delay our trip back down to Agulhas: that particular ‘happy place’ having temporarily been replaced by ‘anywhere near adequate ablution facilities’.

The recovery is very much on, though, and I’m hopeful that we can make that move tomorrow.