Not the one in… [checks Google Maps]… Port Elizabeth. No, a square protea, taken a couple of days ago on a visit to Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens.
Biological near symmetry and perfection.
I also have a weird panorama from the trip that went horribly wrong in processing but came out “interesting”. I might share that another time though.
Something quick after a decent meal at the Chapman’s Peak Hotel.
Very good. Well done.
I’m pretty sure that I could come up with something along these sort of lines, but just not after a lot of calamari and white wine.
After our visit last week, I think we’d all thoroughly recommend a visit to the Nuwejaars Wetlands SMA. Their tours run morning and evening, and our guide – Eugene – was friendly, informative and chatty.
There are wild (but managed) populations of Eland, Black Wildebees and Cape Buffalo on the reserve, plus loads of other stuff – mongoose, springbok, a lot of birdlife – to see, and it’s just a nice few hours in nature.
When the rest of the world goes tits up in nuclear apocalypse, it’s nice to know that this will be one of the last places to succumb.
The experience was more about enjoying the moment than getting the perfect shot, but there’s time enough for everything and so here are a few photos from our morning.
Terrible news. Awful. Tragic.
My several (or more) years long record of publishing at least one blog post a day has slipped. It’s gone. (B)eagle-eyed readers will have noticed that although I have managed to keep it up (careful now) for a considerable length (careful now) of time, including many (if not all) of the days over the last few years, I haven’t managed to publish a post today, Monday 6th January 2020.
The plans were always there to get a post out today. A bit of tidying up, a spot of breakfast, a quick walk along the beach before packing the car and heading back to Cape Town…
…and then writing a blog post.
I just don’t know what happened. The tidying, food, walk, packing and drive home went really well. It just seems that I never got around to it. Even as I’m sitting here now typing this, I’m wondering how on earth it got away from me.
There will, of course, be an enquiry. Questions will be asked and answers demanded. Heads will roll. This cannot go unpunished.
In the meantime, though, please accept this 200 word lament as a post for today, Monday 6th January 2020.
Hang on a second…
I had promised my dad, who’s over for a couple of weeks visiting his grandkids and grandbeagle, some traditional South African loadshedding, but we all thought that it would kick in tomorrow, when everyone goes back to work and the demand for electricity we can’t provide goes up.
Not the case, as at 10pm yesterday evening, Eskom announced a night of Stage 2, ostensibly in order to top up their diesel and repump their water. This didn’t directly affect us, thanks to a friendly schedule, but then we woke this morning to a 24 hour extension, meaning no coffee for me, and no early morning Scalectrix for the beagle.
Understandably, we’re both pretty annoyed right now.
I’m also wondering what the immediate reason is for today’s loadshedding, given that the diesel and the water were sorted overnight. It doesn’t bode well for the rest of the week. Or for the rest of the year.