The plan was to get home and write something profound. Or at least upload the photos from an excellent long weekend and blog about that.
Put simply, it’s not going to happen. Several kilometres of mountain biking last night and several more of running on lumpy dirt roads this morning have put paid to that. Add the (not unexpected, but nonetheless thoroughly unwelcome) post long weekend traffic heading back into Cape Town from the Overberg and the return to school tomorrow, and it’s obviously a recipe for an early night.
Therefore, please accept this quick QP (#nofilter, baas) of the weathered rocks near Arniston, where we ate oysters, drank wine and flung ourselves at giant beanbags on Saturday, together with the promise of something better tomorrow.
Sad news that our kids lost one of their cousins today. Leah was as much a member of the family as any human and we’re all going to miss her.
She led a full, happy, active life right up to the very end, which is as much as any of us can hope for, I guess.
Last night’s sunset was unexpectedly beautiful and deserves a quota photo blog post all of it own:
Thankfully, it’s back again today. In the words of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy :
Several billion trillion tons of superhot exploding hydrogen nuclei rose slowly above the horizon and managed to look small, cold and slightly damp.
Today, Arniston; famed for having a cave so big, you can turn a wagon and horses around in it.
Given that its single entrance opens directly onto the sea, I’m mystified as to how they found that out in the first place.
I’m away this weekend, but that’s fine, because no-one reads blogs over Easter anyway. Still, that doesn’t mean that I won’t be posting stuff. And to start with, I’m recording this one for posterity.
From yesterday’s edition of The Times:
Day 24 and an unexpected change of tack.
We’re now working from the ‘Eye For An Eye’ School of Justice Manual…
Got to suggest that this is premeditated, right?
Are you watching, students of the noble art? THIS. IS. JOURNALISM!
Meanwhile, talking of “journalism”, new levels of desperation have been reached on News24:
Look out for their exclusive Pistorius headline tomorrow: “There Were A Few More People Here Than Yesterday, However Their Numbers Still Didn’t Really Match Up With The Larger Amount Of Observers Which We Noted Earlier In The Week, But Was Obviously Greater In Number Than Last Thursday, Which Was Notable For The Fact The The Courtroom Was Surprisingly Sparsely Attended”
You’re imagining Barry Roux winking at you?
I dunno. Is there such a thing as demob desperate?
Lest we forget, you were imagining his opponent half naked on a tropical beach paradise just yesterday (see above).
Really, Andrew? Is this honestly your understanding of what someone would do were their opponent to bring a comb to a knife fight? “Jab at his qualifications and credibility”?
‘Cos I’d guess that they’d probably just stab him. Unpleasant? Sure. But let’s face it, it’s a knife fight and he’s turned up with a comb. What does he expect? His qualifications and credibility to be jabbed at?
I doubt that very much.
No, I think that with your remark, you may be confusing ‘a knife fight’ with ‘a qualifications and credibility jabbing session’ and they’re really not the same thing, their only common factor being that I wouldn’t bring a comb along to either occasion.
And then that was it. For a couple of weeks, at least.
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