Cape Town Adventures

Portrait of Donavan, ’Story Teller’, safely delivered to its new home.

Stunning walk along the valley of the Berg River dam in the shadow of the towering Drakenstein mountains. Necessary after an evening of marvelous food and great wines. The final evening at Ruben’s before they move to a new location in Franschhoek.

Tim and Sarah’s apartment our base for a few days in Cape Town. The city a new playground. Particularly as its situated in the heart of the rapidly developing creative hub. Easy and uncomplicated.

Dinner at the Chef’s Warehouse, situated in a heritage building on the foody Bree Street. Be warned that bashing your head on low doorways is a risk and the small stools at the long tables can be a challenge.

Chef Liam Tomlin has been a favorite since his time at the Culinary Studio in Franschhoek where he taught me to use a knife without leaving chunks of my fingers on the slab. The Tapas menu, an opportunity to sample not only a range of food and flavour combinations, but it’s a visual delight that shows his craftsmanship and mastery.

Truth, is still a delight. However, be warned that wanting to add sugar to your coffee is greeted with horror. Almost as much as asking for hot chocolate!

Back in the studio, the admin list is almost at an end and it’s time to mess about with paint.

The rain has arrived, settling in for what feels like a damp few days. Did manage to get a jog in. Necessary after the indulgent few days in the vineyards and Cape Town.

I have been a tad distressed at the unpleasant ‘foot odor’ emanating from my shoes after a year or so in havaianas. I tried changing socks a couple of times a day, with little improvement. This until I realised that my running shoes smell disgusting after a year of jogging! Hopefully the washing machine will sort it.