What with one thing or another (but mainly one thing), we haven’t been able to get down to Agulhas for too long. I remedied that today, by hitting first the R316 and then the R319.
Spring has sprung here and it’s good to be back.
We did lunch in our favourite pub, walked on our favourite beach, and collected bags and bags of our favourite plastic waste as our part of that Big Beach Cleanup thing that I can’t find a link to right now.
If the clouds stay away, I might even play with the camera after dark. Or alternatively I might play with some brandy.
Either way: it’s a winner.
As I said, the plan was to be creative this long weekend, but it hasn’t started well. The fresh, open air of Agulhas is fantastic for flying the Mavic, but sadly, that fresh, open air is moving awfully fast right now (gusting to 60kph, nogal), and thus getting off the ground is a bit of a non-starter.
Equally, it’s even a bit breezy for long exposure photos. Not that the photons are getting blown around like the drone would be, but camera wobble is a problem. I was going to try somewhere a bit more sheltered last night, but the people renting the place next door decided that they needed to leave their outside light on all night because… actually, I have no idea why. Anyway, those plans were also thwarted.
Flying is right off the menu. I might manage something on with the camera later, though. I’m not sure how right now, but I still have a few hours left to sort things out.
Watch (as ever) this space. It is, after all, the best space to watch.
Time out. We’re heading down to Agulhas for the long weekend for a bit of this during the day:
And, quite possibly, some of this in the evenings:
There will be meat, walks, wine, beer, photography and relaxation.
unFortunately for you, there will also be blogging.
I’d hate to let you down.
…and the flock on the rock.
We’re back in Cape Town for a few days, taking in the Mango Groove concert (full of aging white libertarians) at Kirstenbosch, dinner at a posh Constantia restaurant, a Nic Rabinowitz show and (obviously) the mountain:
Even though Agulhas was packed in Agulhas terms, there’s nothing quite like the hustle and bustle of the city, is there?
I may feel differently after a couple of hours of Christmas shopping tomorrow, of course.
Road tripping these school holidays? Heading down south? Forgot to pack your music?
Never fear, the Friendly 7/11 in L’Agulhas has you covered.
I don’t pretend to be an expert, but it would appear, at first glance at least, that every single box has been ticked.
The usual suspects are all present and correct: Wessels, Hofmeyr, Dylan, van der Merwe, Darren and die Campbells. What more could you ask for?
They’ve even chucked some Creedence Clearwater Revival in for the overseas vibe. And there’s a sneaky André Rieu if you’re still feeling a bit classy ahead of your seventeenth dubbel Klippies en Coke.
iTunes, watch out. The future of music retail can be found down by the stripy lighthouse.