Flying high

We went to a rather windy Cape Town Kite Festival this morning. Of course, when you are attending a kite festival, wind is good. Otherwise it would be a string and colourful rug festival. Not that I am saying there is anything wrong with celebrating string and colourful rugs, but that’s not what we went there for and it’s not what we got.

Despite all the colour, my favourite shot of the day was this one:

One of the big “3D” kites which was tethered at ground level so you could get a really close look at exactly how it worked – which seemed to be somehow wind-related. You can find more black and white goodness here and a whole lot of colour in the Flickr set.

It was a cheap, fun day out, all in support of a good cause and I would fully recommend it: especially if you have kids.
The forecast is bright and breezy for tomorrow, so give it a go!

Last crane

In a symbolic moment, the last tower crane at Cape Town’s Cape Town Stadium in Green Point was dismantled yesterday. The plethora of tower cranes have become a feature on the Green Point skyline over the last couple of years.

The handover date for the stadium is just 10 weeks, and while there’s still work to be done, evidently none of it requires lifting heavy things anywhere high.

tf

This stunning photo from Terry February, taken as the sun – and the crane – came down, sums things up nicely.
The end of an era. Albeit, only a 2½ year era. Which is pretty short as eras go.  

FIFA 2010 World Cup match schedule | Green Point Stadium Webcams | Cape Town Tourism 2010 site

Who do you support?

Following England’s magnificent ICC Champions Trophy victory over South Africa in Centuwiwon last night, they find themselves in the semi-finals while the hosts find themselves dumped out of the competition. And I find myself with a bucketload of upset Saffas all over my England-supporting back.
Which is actually a bit unfair.

I will (and do) support South Africa at any sporting occasion unless they are playing England. And I feel that that is a more than reasonable way of going about things. The argument that “if you’re going to live here, you must support South Africa full stop” just doesn’t cut it.
After all, if you were going overseas, would you suddenly stop supporting the Boks?  Of course not.

And I have to take the rough with the smooth. And there’s been a lot of rough since I moved over here. The 2007 Rugby World Cup would be one notable bit of rough. But while I was unhappy that England lost, I was at least magnanimous in defeat. Mostly, anyway.


Flying the flag on my car this morning

My only gripe about SA sport and SA supporters is the hint of arrogance that has crept in since their recent successes in cricket and rugby. It’s not pleasant to see and it’s unfortunate. The Boks “Justice 4” campaign, when they tried to suggest that they were bigger than the game, is a good example. It detracts from achievements on the field and they were lucky to get away as lightly as they did.

The arrogance comes when teams and fans get used to winning. You see it in sport, you see it in politics, you see it in business.
It makes losing harder to take. But that’s still no excuse.  
Last night, the world’s number one ODI team was wholly outplayed by a spirited England side. Beaten fair and square. Anyone claiming otherwise is nothing more than a sore loser.

Bit distracted

Sorry if I seem a bit distracted this evening.
It’s kind of tough to write a blog post when your wife is constantly (garage) waving stuff at you asking where things must (loft) go because she is (bin) determined to complete her spring cleaning effort – filing the last boxes of “stuff” which was stored (bin) in various cupboards all around the house, but which now fill up the cupboards in your new (study) study. I’ve even been made to give up Mythbusters just as they were about to blow up a house full of popcorn with a giant laser. Seriously.

The only saving grace is the Ingwe Reserve 2005 (Platter ****½) and a slab of Bournville chocolate which are not only saving grace, but have mellowed me out enough that my wife has also been saved, despite her contant (garage) (bin) (bin) and rather annoying (cupboard) (no clue) (bin) interruptions. Just up to here has taken about half an hour. And I type fast.

I’ve just been up to switch Alex’s reading light out to find him fast asleep on his new ruler, which he is ever so proud of as it has an outline of Africa on it and he can point to the Cape Town because “we’re in the bottom corner”. I like to think that I am a father who takes an interest and knows a lot about his kids, but it was news to me that the distance from my son’s ear to the corner of his mouth is approximately 110mm.
One lives, one learns. 

One of the few notable finds of the evening, aside from the exact dimensions of my son’s face, was a couple of photo CDs from 2003, including pictures taken when I was on my “reccie” visit to Cape Town in October of that year.

Here’s a rare photo of me on Llandudno beach on my second ever day in South Africa. I looked so young.
But that was six years ago, before the African sun and the stresses and strains of two children got to me. Looking through the photos, no effort was spared by my then girlfriend in an effort to tempt me into emigrating to SA.
Of course, her hard work paid off and I moved down here 3 months later. The rest – as they say – is history.

Most of which is now being stored in the (loft).

Nice weather…

…for ducks.


Bigger duck photo

Anyone who was foolish enough to believe that spring has arrived in Cape Town was put firmly in their place by a grey day packed full of precipitation. Although I’m now fully moved into my new study, I am yet to actually enjoy the view of the Constantiaberg mountains as I was promised, since they have been covered in cloud all week.
Unless someone has stolen them. This is, after all, South Africa. Although a quick look at the recently released crime statistics shows that our “precinct” (for that is what they are divided into) is safer to be in than at any point since 2003. Well done SAPS.

All of which is very nice.

But I’m digressing when what I really want to do is go to bed and watch some Spanish footy.