Dash

I’ve had to make a quick trip across (a bit of) the country, so might not be able to get a blog post in later.

Nothing desperate, but really not ideal either: just some pre-lockdown admin. Got to be prepared, because I really don’t believe that three weeks is going to be enough…

Anyway, thoughts to follow if I get chance. And if not, at least there was this here today.

Go down

It’s that day, at last.

We’re finally heading back down to Agulhas for a few days after… well… far too long. That does mean that this post will have to be short because I have this much [indicates very large amount] organisation and sorting out to do before we head off.

There is internet there, and there should be time to stick some stuff up both on here and over on the ‘gram. The weather looks cold, crisp and clear and actually, I cannot wait to get there.

So without further ado, I’ll see you on the other side (of Bredasdorp).

Down South

After a dreadful drive down, I’m back in my Happy Place, a few kilometres from the bottom of Africa. The traffic was awful – much worse than one would expect for a mid-morning on a public holiday – but on the plus side, we only nearly died twice.

That’s the driving done for the day though, so the first beer has been successfully partaken off, and a wander along the local beach beckons.

Later, unaffected by the loadshedding, we’ll braai and drink red wine and eat chocolate. And then tomorrow, a mini road trip around the Agulhas Plain and off towards Elim.

But more of that then. Right now, there’s a beach calling my name.

Chill

With wall-to-wall sunshine, a fridge full of Milk Stout, a wine rack full of… well… wine, together with limited internet, it’s fairly easy to relax down here in Agulhas.

Yesterday was a day for one of those trips through to the Black Oystercatcher for great food and great wine, and a meandering journey through the National Park stopping to try and spot various wildlifes along the way. Most of the wildlifes were birds, including two new species for me – the Black Stork (Ciconia nigra) and a Denham’s Bustard (Neotis denhami). I don’t keep records of these things like some people do, but I like to know what I’m looking at, and it’s always interesting to see something different.

We thought that we’d try to add some flamingoes to the list on the local salt pan, but it was entirely devoid of any birdlife. Still, it did allow for some interesting photography opportunities.

I’ll upload more when I get back to just 6000 miles from civilisation…
(although if you can’t wait, there’s always Instagram).

Today is all about rockpools, beagle walks, fish ‘n’ chips, afternoon naps and beers by the braai.

Every ingredient for a perfectly chilled Monday.

Back down south

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.