I’m lucky enough to be heading out of town again this weekend. That’s nice for me, but not so great for you guys, as I’m going to have to rely on pre-written nonsense on here instead of the usual fresh nonsense that you’ve come to know
I’d imagine that you’ll want to share in my travels (because I’m going somewhere particularly cool), so I’ll be sticking some photos up on Flickr when I get back.
However, in the meantime, your best bet (assuming I can find a wifi where I’m going) is probably to follow me on Instagram, here:
So you can see what I see.
Let me start by reminding you that trespass is bad. Trespass can get you arrested, unless of course you’re a protesting student at a South Africa university with a continually capitulating VC, in which case you’ll pretty much be allowed to get away with anything.
But I digress, often.
Don’t trespass. Let other people do it for you. Live vicariously through their foolishness. Allow them to take the silly risks. I’m talking, of course, of Harry Gallagher and his friend… er… HD.XR (possibly a pseudonym) who go leaping around rooftops and landmarks in London, making your palms sweat.
One thing we’ve seen before from these sorts of naughty escapades is that you can get some fantastic photographs. Harry and… er… HD document their best efforts on their respective instagrams here and here.
It’s good stuff.
There’s also a Youtube channel, with rather too much introduction and not quite enough action for me, but the videos usually come with a handy “skip to [time] for the good bit” comment if you don’t want the preamble.
I was wandering through Instagram yesterday evening, waiting for the rest of my family to return from a rest of my family outing. It didn’t take long before I found this breathtaking image on the VisitBergen timeline:
What a view.
I was transported back to May and those halcyon few days that we spent exploring that little bit of the west coast of Norway.
Sadly, this was merely bittersweet, pseudo-escapism though, as I was brought firmly back to the dark reality of the Cape Town evening by the beagle farting as it wandered past me and into the kitchen in search of food.
The trouble is, as I remarked beneath this vaguely similar (i.e. of some fjords near Bergen) photo:
I desperately want to go back, but equally, I desperately don’t: there’s simply no way that a return visit could ever be so perfect.
But the need to see more of Scandinavia is real.
I’m even beginning to consider adding an Iceland2017 category to the blog…
What a day.
Several hours on this beautiful beach in Struisbaai, under dramatic skies:
And then the drive home, any negative feelings about leaving Agulhas expunged by having almost the entirety of the newly-resurfaced R316 to ourselves.
Other photos will have to wait, I want red wine and football this evening. Priorities, ne?
But if you find yourself desperate for some 6000 imagey goodness, firstly, have a word with yourself, and then secondly, head to my Instagram.
I’m hoping to take lots of photos while I’m away this week. Some of them will end up on my Flickr, some on my Instagram.
I’ve got almost 300
posts pictures on there now and I’m adding works of painted light on a fairly regular – yet hopefully not overbearing – basis. Here are a few recent examples:
If you should decide that you want to follow me on Instagram, here’s the link. If you should decide that you want to tell your friends to follow me as well, that’s also fine.