This is one of my favourite photos from Cape Town and a happy accident too after I played around with an underexposed sunshine and shade shot. It looks as if it might be advertising Southern Comfort.
But the reason I include it on P day is because it shows ‘Mr Pietersen and the Guys’ (that’s him second left) who we came across playing at the waterfront every time we went there and presumably they performed there seven days a week. Read more ›››
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
I’m not entirely sure what Shakespeare meant by that line in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but I always turn to the bard when smitten, as I was last night.
I was at Chadkirk Dog Training Club to take some photos for their website when our eyes met across the matted floor. And her name is Pati. Read more ›››
There are times when we all act rashly and say and do things we regret and only a public apology will do. So here goes.
I’d like to say sorry to this man in India who keeps calling me. I apologise for my rudeness in putting down the phone before you’ve said no more than, “Hello Mr Rodez.” Read more ›››
South Africa is rich in ostrich and has made people rich too, particularly in the town of Oudtshoorn that made pots of money in the 19th century from supplying ostrich feathers for fashionable European ladies.
These particular ostriches were living in the wild on the shores of the South Atlantic in the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve. Read more ›››
One of the things I promised myself before we arrived in Cape Town was to watch a cricket match at Newlands, the test match venue that was a short drive from where we were staying.
It is said to be one of the most beautiful cricket grounds, standing as it does in the shadow of Table Mountain and Devil’s Peak, but as you can see from the photo, we didn’t pick the right day to appreciate it. Read more ›››
I haven’t been in the best of moods for a few days. I started with the sniffles and sneezing of a cold on Friday and by yesterday I was feeling particularly sorry for myself.
I think it may have had something to do with the weather. A cold always feels that much worse when it is raining and the wind is blowing. Read more ›››
Mostert’s Mill is one of the landmarks of Cape Town, sitting alongside the busy De Waal Drive and within a few minutes walk from where we were staying.
The mill was built around 1796 at the Welgelegen Farm, owned by Gysbert van Renen, and was named after his son-in-law, Sybrand Mostert, after Van Renen’s death.
It ceased operation in 1873, but stayed in the Mostert family until 1889 and was finally sold to Cecil Rhodes in 1891. Read more ›››
We didn’t visit too many beaches while we were in South Africa, but one we liked was in Llandudno, on the the Atlantic coast to the south of Cape Town.
The area was once a wilderness, a narrow strip of land between the sea and The Twelve Apostles Mountain range, and for many years was only accessible from Cape Town by a cattle track. Read more ›››