It’s that day, at last.
We’re finally heading back down to Agulhas for a few days after… well… far too long. That does mean that this post will have to be short because I have this much [indicates very large amount] organisation and sorting out to do before we head off.
There is internet there, and there should be time to stick some stuff up both on here and over on the ‘gram. The weather looks cold, crisp and clear and actually, I cannot wait to get there.
So without further ado, I’ll see you on the other side (of Bredasdorp).
I see some travel in my near future. Business rather than pleasure, but hopefully it will be an informative, interesting, enjoyable and rewarding trip.
Did I say “fulfilling”?
No, I didn’t, but hopefully that too.
I get to go on a plane this time. Talk about hitting the big time.
I’m not sure about how much spare time (not much I suspect) and connectivity (anyone’s guess) I’ll have while I’m away, so there will be a few pre-written posts around next week. Hey – you might not even notice, and there’s the added bonus of the chance of more posts should there be the inclination (and the time and the connectivity) to do so.
As I say, this is all planned for a few days next week, so normal service will continue until at least then. And if all goes well, while I’m away, my instagram might be the place to go to share my journey.
We’re glamping, it’s apparently glamorous camping and that’s actually not a bad description. Full review to follow, but think big tent that’s set out like a full-on self-catering chalet. And think this view off the front deck:
So much nature reserve, such blue skies. Magnificent.
Today involved a hike through the valleys towards those mountains, some brandy tasting at a distillery in the middle of nowhere, a bit of swimming in the dam at the top of the hill here (and some drone play) , and – still to come – an evening braai.
Tomorrow involves the two hour return to Cape Town, after some pony trekking and lunch on the Breede River.
More when we get home. Have a great evening.
Mrs 6000 is virtually completely mended and that means that we are able to head south and leave the bitter flighting on Clifton beach behind us. It’s no big deal that we’ve delayed our trip by a day or two, but I’m ready to go and relax now (not that I’ve been doing an awful lot of much else over the festive period).
Last night, I got to return to the marital bed after a couple of nights on the couch for everyone’s sanity and for the wellbeing of my throat. No-one likes Strep being breathed at them all night. I’m feeling rested and ready to go.
The beagle has been washed, the plants have been watered, the housesitter is sitting and the R316 and its sister, the beautiful R319, are calling.
Blogging will continue, of course, but you might reasonably expect shorter, more image-heavy posts. It is holiday time after all. A reminder that my instagram and twitter often get additional usage at these times.
After a lot of teasing, they finally shared the tour poster yesterday:
And the idea sounds pretty awesome:
Magne Furuholmen, Morten Harket and Pål Waaktaar-Savoy will be performing in An Evening With format, with an interval. For the first half of the concert, they will play new and old, familiar and less-familiar songs. Then, after returning to the stage, they will play the ten songs of their 1985 debut album Hunting High And Low in the running order of the original release.
Which, as I recall from my cassette tape days is this:
Take On Me
Train of Thought
Hunting High and Low
The Blue Sky
Living a Boy’s Adventure Tale
The Sun Always Shines on T.V.
And You Tell Me
Love Is Reason
I Dream Myself Alive
Here I Stand and Face the Rain
I thought that I’d missed their last ever concert. And then I thought I’d seen it.
It turns out that I was wrong on both of those.
But it’s always been a privilege for me to see a-ha in concert, and I’m happy that they’re still around and – hopefully – producing even more new material. While this all sounds very special, the surprising omission of a South African leg on the tour, together with the frankly terrifying state of the South African Rand means that we won’t be going along this time.
Still, if they’re going to do all their albums this way, there’s always the 2020 Scoundrel Days tour to consider. And then another 8 to follow that…
I’ll start saving now.