Terry in Cape Town for a few days of mischief. The road to George airport almost our most used route at the moment. A stop at Herrolds Bay to watch the waves while the plane lands. The sort of airport wait dreamed up in paradise.
Evening storms giving way to patches of sunshine. Polly had a short walk though the park that took us to the Leisure Island coffee shop for a cappuccino and chocolate cake. There was a lady, of indeterminate age, here last week who has a weekly chocolate cake slice ritual. A ritual I think is worth adopting.
The bare branches of the fig tree etched against a sky of perfect blue, my ponder as to whether a sky is an abstract arrangement of lights and darks first and meteorology second. This, for my messing about with paint. A rowing boat beach amongst the green of the estuary.
Resting Place. Oil on Canvas 50cmx40cm. Rowing boat marooned amongst the plants of the Estuary. Content in its spot of sunshine, with a ‘Don’t Disturb’ sign at the nod of its anchor chain.
Blend, recently reopened after its renovations. Certainly the slightly shabby place that existed between the trees, still sits nestled beneath the trees. However, it’s been transformed into a comfortable, chick forest lodge, with good food and service. The fire a bonus on a chilly evening.
The galvanized support beam for the new deck section has arrived on site, and the pouring of the slab can take place. The electrics for the kitchen area are sorted and the new roofing sheets can be installed. Last bit of outside wall ready to be taken out and the finishing can start on the studio apartment.
We did a trial run of the ‘Champagne Thursday’, from the famous Kirsten Weeks outside the studio, watching the sunset. Oodles of potential!
Beach play for Polly at Brenton, with whales in the bay. We didn’t do much of a walk, as the staircase is still difficult for Polly’s trashed hips.