A great afternoon walking along the beaches of Kommetjie.
Obviously, lighthouse:
Wildlife:
Less obviously, a Cape Gannet made of driftwood:
But why not?
Blue skies, sunshine, “strong breeze”, and a nice coffee before heading North again.
Lovely afternoon out.
Lovely family morning out testing ourselves against a local escape room.
And winning, obviously.
And then, a quick wander around the shops before lunch on the Waterfront.
I’m not sure what difference the issues in Dubai and Doha have made to the number of visitors getting over here. Cape Town isn’t quite as busy as it was 6 weeks ago, but it’s still very full of tourists, with Germans and Brits around every corner.
But this was the V&A: their natural haunt. And so what did we expect? And their Euros and Pounds are always welcome in the local economy.
Please keep spending.
I have spent much of the day editing photos.
Let’s just say that they are done and leave it there. As ever, some good stuff, some not so good, but then a handful of images that just stand out. Throw enough darts, you’ll get some bullseyes.
Several of them.
And so, with some light relief required, I lit the braai. Because that’s what we do down here.
Yeah. We’ve got some wood to get through.
Can’t wait.
Good chicken, great ribs, disappointing steak – no fault of mine – you can’t win all the time.
But a nice Shiraz and a great evening. Almost – almost – ready for the week ahead.
Almost.
Up early. Gym.
Dodgeball Youth Cup all day.
Heat, wind, dust, sun.
Some amazing games. Many happy faces.
2,500+ photos. Editing will follow. Terrifying.
United. Harsh red card. Missed penalty. Decent draw.
Couple of Milk Stouts.
Bed. Well deserved.
What? Me?
Oh, after this?
Yes.
But it was very, very hot.
I got to the place early, and having heaved my car door open into the thick, still, Green Point atmosphere, decided that I would head for the sea (only a couple of hundred metres away) in search of some moving air.
A gentle warm-up (lol!) run along the Prom followed, and there was an occasional breath of air, but it didn’t do much to cool anything down. It certainly wasn’t the fresh, sea breeze that I was longing for. And it was 41oC in the shade: of which there is infamously none on Green Point Prom.
In fact, it was so hot that Garmin gave me a virtual badge for running in it. Although I’m not sure that they should be encouraging anyone to be getting out and about in that sort of heat.
I went for just a couple of kilometres, but the dense, heavy, hot conditions were definitely taking their toll, and there was still a football match to play, and so I headed back for the safety of the footy place, bravely ignoring the option of aircon in my car on the way back through the car park.
We played, and the match was a tight, hot, sweaty, well-contested affair.
Did we win? No. Not in scoreline terms, at least. But just surviving the game, getting to the car and being able to drive home without collapsing honestly felt like at least 3 points gained.
And those are the sort of victories that don’t show up on the league table, but do mean that you are able to show up at family breakfast the next morning.
It’s all about context.