Not monochrome

Altogether now…

“What a difference a day makes; Twenty-four little hours.
Brought the sun and the flowers,
Where there used to be rain.”

Except not.

Sadly, it seems that we’re doing things backwards down here in Cape Agulhas. Yesterday gave us this scene of the boy ‘togging whales (more of that when we’re back in Cape Town):

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But today, I found myself walking the beagle and gazing out over an ocean that looked like this:

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It was almost as if all the colour had been sucked away.

The snakes and the tortoises that we saw wandering around here yesterday have been replaced by snails and happily chattering frogs. Annoyingly chattering. Puff adders may be venomous and nasty, but at least they are quiet.

And then the recollection that I’ve promised to take the boy up the local hill on his bike in this grey mizzle. That is, once I’ve dried out from this morning’s exertions…