I hope recovery, anyway.
Yesterday was very busy. Coming off the back of a night filled with delicious insomnia. A lot of schoolwork, which needed parental input: multiplication, science, moments and fulcra. Mr P would be so proud of me. An early morning cheese delivery. A million cups of tea lovingly made and delivered to Mrs 6000 who Zoomed all day. A quick chat with my Dad in Sheffield, but more about a computing issue than passing the time of day. Some extra schoolwork for me, relaying information about upcoming classes from the school to parents, and suggestions from parents to the school. Singing and piano practice. Working out the apps required for online singing and piano lessons, which begin this week. Some significant landscaping in the garden to make running around it safer. Homemade pizza from a flour and water start.
I’m really not sure how I kept going.
Ah yes. That’ll be it.
And so, with the kids tucked safely away in bed, I headed to Youtube to catch up on photography videos and watch Alphaville do Sounds Like A Melody live.
I fully expect to do it all again today as well.
Fortunately, there’s still plenty of red wine to go around.
TMRW. Too Much Red Wine.
No-one ever thinks about ToMoRroW when they’re out drinking TMRW.
We had a lovely evening of chat and laughter, some great food and TMRW last night. The wine in question was superb, but I have to say that I’m not really feeling at my best this morning.
I’ve decided to pass on gym today. Safety first.
Last night was the first proper log fire and red wine evening of the Cape Town autumn. Fortunately, I had both logs and wine ready to go.
The logs were Blue Gum.
The wine was this:
Ja. I can like to go exotic every now and again, especially as:
Every increase a glass of wine a month reduced about 2% of the risk
Yep – you heard it here first. And there’s more:
Red wine, general is short for red wine. Brewed wine, grape skins and grape flesh is also squeezing, red wine contains red pigment, is a time when the skin by crushing grapes release. Just because of this, all the colour and lustre of wine is red.
Red wine and beauty
I felt educated. I mean, who knew?
As for the wine, it was bloody awful. But it was red…
We were braced for the wet weather yesterday. One of the (many) nice things about living on the bottom corner of a big lump of land is that it’s fairly easy to see the iffy weather coming from quite a long way off. Thus, plans were made for an afternoon and evening in, with a roaring fire, some (or more) red wine, and a potjie dinner. The soundtrack was provided by Tony Christie, Snow Patrol and the Smashing Pumpkins, amongst others. Add a bit of Minecraft, some colouring books and a magazine or two, and you have a the best of a bad day – sorted.
Of course, the rain is no bad thing – we’re still ridiculously short of water in the Western Cape. But the cold, dry, still conditions associated with the high pressure that has been keeping the rain away are an absolute godsend for flying my Mavic. Yesterday – the evening in particular – was probably the best weather I have ever had the chance to fly in: the light, the wind, the temperature, the clarity: all near perfect. So… I flew. And I used the opportunity to take the Mavic about 750m out over the Atlantic – good prep for looking for whales 10kms up the road at Struisbaai in the near future (albeit that it’s a whole different ocean there, of course).
I’ll upload some photos when I get back to Cape Town, but as ever, if you can’t wait, then there’s always my Instagram which is, like, Instant.
Better weather today means that we’re off to my favourite restaurant down here, and the drive there through the Agulhas National Park usually yields some great photo opportunities (but no flying, obviously), so there’s even more for you to look forward to.
You lucky buggers.
After Friday’s cold front, the long weekend came good with some fresh, bright weather.
Making hay, we headed down to Cape Agulhas and did stuff like braai, y-bike along the road with the daughter, walk along the beach with the beagle and light a big fire (in the fireplace, not some sort of random arson).
I’d share a photo, but I’m still working on getting large photos onto blog posts. It’s not as simple as it seems. I’ll get there.
It’s red wine and brandy weather too.
Please excuse me while I recognise this.