Category: quota photo

Crossing

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A quick post during a very busy day, which still has at least 9 hours to run.

Feeling a little overwhelmed by all that needs to be done, and taking some comfort from this little guy we spotted on (and safely removed from) the Brandfontein road last week.

If he can do it (with a bit of help), then surely I can, too.

One big positive is a big negative on a follow up test for the Boy Wonder. Still another 2 minutes to run on the LFT next to me as I type, but it’s not going to chuck up another line in the next 120 seconds, and that’s very good news.

Aside from his viral load, he continues to improve healthwise as well, although he has now developed a very viralesque rash on his face and chest, which is – as ever with Covid – equal parts weird and interesting.

Gloomy scene

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Back home and fighting against borrowed time ahead of a Big Night Out™ this evening.

So here’s a quote photo of last night’s rubbish sunset. Blue hour came early…

The previous evening, we’d got glorious peach and orange and then a visit from an otter (not a euphemism). Last night had its own charm, but no colour and no wildlife.

Tomorrow: a proper post (T&Cs apply).

Uber

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Lots and lots (and lots) of ferrying people around today. I’d have made a fortune if I’d registered as some sort of metered taxi or e-hailing service.

Sadly though, I didn’t do that, and so it’s just been a lot of financially unrewarding running around: schools, taxi ranks, hospitals, more schools, stables, and – inevitably – Dodgeball training.

If they don’t win this World Cup, it won’t be through lack of effort.

So, in the absence of anything more substantial, here’s an image of the lighthouse at Cape St. Blaize. Just because.

13 metres shorter and 15 years younger than the iconic Cape Agulhas lighthouse, climbing to the top of this one was one of my highlights of our recent trip to the Mossel Bay area.

Punch

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It’ a beautiful sunny afternoon, and we’re off to a school function shortly, which leaves me very little time to blog today. So let’s lob in a handbrake turn and add a gritty image from last week’s trip over to Robben Island as a quota photo for today’s post.

This was one of the original punching bags from the communal cells in the prison. Boxing was one of the sports practiced widely by the prisoners, with the other being – infamously – football.