I can dream

Stuck as I am in a hospital bed (or, if things have gone horribly awry, a mortuary fridge) in the land-locked southern suburbs, I am probably unable to enjoy a nice sea view out of the window (there are no windows in a fridge).
So, I’ll probably be mostly dreaming of getting out and about again soon for some crashing surf and blustery beach walks on the Cape coast. Meanwhile, here’s a quick quota photo to keep me going:

Of course, if I actually am in a mortuary fridge, this is going to appear horribly creepy, so I should probably tell you that this was written pre-op, as there’s no wifi in here and my fingers are too stiff to type.