No – this isn’t some dodgy cricket score – it’s a reminder that you can get 11 days off for the price of just 3 (if you booked some time ago, this is).
Oi! Don’t look at me like that – I did warn you about this back in January.
Anyway, I’m taking full advantage of this outstanding offer, starting today.
Don’t panic: despite the fact that I will be out of range of any modern communication devices for some time, normal life, such as it is, will continue on the blog with daily posts and fun for all the family (terms and conditions apply). The only difference that you may notice is that comments may take a little longer than usual to clear. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t comment, it just means that when you do, your comment may take a little longer than usual to clear.
If you are travelling during this holiday period, please stay safe: I need as many readers as possible in May. If you plan to drive dangerously or die in any other way, do make sure that you tell your friends and family to visit 6000 miles… regularly to make up for your lost visits.
We’re spending the weekend “moving in” here, so I’m not actually here, I’m here:
It would be nice to have some better weather than when this picture was taken, although as you can see, the kids enjoy the place even when the weather isn’t all that it could be.
And, as I mentioned here, there is no internet and no cellphone signal where we’re going, so I will be mercifully quiet. Enjoy the silence.
Season’s Greetings (mid to late summer) from Struisbaai, home of the southern hemisphere’s longest stretch of white sand beach, a bewilderingly large variety of birdlife and – for this extended weekend, at least – family 6000.
I love the Southern Cape – perhaps because the rolling farmland, rugged coastline and friendly residents remind me of the Isle of Man. But whereas there’s plenty of stuff south of the Isle of Man, you don’t get much more south than here without getting very wet (and then very cold). After all, we’re about 10km from Cape Agulhas, site of the most southerly blog post this continent has ever seen.
We’ve rented a fisherman’s cottage for the weekend and it’s perfect for our needs. It’s really just a base for sleeping and braai’ing, within a minute’s walk of the beach and situated directly beneath clear blue skies. But it’s clean, pleasantly cool inside, nicely appointed and actually rather pretty to look at. I’ll post the details on here once we’ve moved on – it would be both awkward and annoying if a host of 6000 miles… readers turned up looking for autographs and locks of hair like when I was away last time. If you were better at stalking, you’d know where I was anyway.
While the beds are comfy and the air is fresh – usually a recipe for prolonged slumbers – Alex was up dangerously early this morning. While a 5am wake-up call isn’t to everyone’s tastes when trying to get some much-needed R&R, it’s par for the course when you have two small kids. After some negotiation and a couple of sausages from last night’s braai, I took both him and the camera down onto the beach for walk and some quick sunrise pics, Joyanne-style.
And look – I can see the attraction in one way – it was nice exercise, the views were pretty spectacular as the sun burst out from behind the morning clouds and turned the turquoise ocean a deep gold and – save for a couple of fishermen – the beach was ours. But on the other hand, I can also see the attraction of a deep bed, a cosy duvet and a warm wife.
So I’ll be honest: the jury is still very much out on the whole sunrise beach trip thing.
It’s now lunchtime and by some miracle, both kids are fast asleep. Later this afternoon, we’re going to take another step towards cementing our relationship with this beautiful area by inspecting a plot of land near here with a view to purchasing it and – at some stage in the future – having our own little fisherman’s cottage by the sea. I guess that what they call “living the dream”.
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