We managed to get the kids round to the cave at Arniston/Waenhuiskrans while we were away.
The cave is huge inside; allegedly, so huge that a wagon with a full span of oxen can turn around in it. But probably only at low tide. The locals therefore named it “Waenhuiskrans” literally meaning “wagon house cliff”. No, I’m not sure how it works either.

That’s the front entrance to the cave there on the right. Most people, including us, slip in through the smaller side entrance.
I’ve played with this photo a little and I really think it brings out the magnificent strata and dramatic shapes of the rock. That could be because I’ve had a few glasses of decent red wine before writing this though.
For the full effect, go big on black here. Wine not included. Sorry.


London Talking…
A blog, from London, about talking. It’s the musings (did you really just use *that* word on this blog?!? – Ed.) of the brother of a schoolfriend of mine. He’s from Sheffield, but now lives in London and he does things that no-one else ever does. He talks to people. On the Tube. And then he writes it all down.
Here’s the how and why:
I wasn’t sure if it was for me when I began reading, but you find yourself being drawn in to the posts. It all seems very superficial at first glance, but the snapshot of ordinary people’s lives is actually hugely intriguing and leaves you wishing you knew more.
Even without any deep analysis, there is the sense that the people he talks to are existing, rather than living. And that confirms my experiences of people there as well. The difference between the people residing in the city and the people visiting the city is obvious. While it may be one of the most exciting cities in the world, it seems that it takes being an outsider to see and enjoy the excitement. For those living there, it’s just about making the money to be there, which seems rather weird.
That said, how many of us enjoy what Cape Town has to offer? How long since you last went up the mountain, did a wine route or took a wander round Kirstenbosch?
Let’s face it, those are your best options for entertainment in the Mother City, because the chances of you having a chat with a stranger on public transport in Cape Town are precisely zero.