The sky dumping large volumes of water with the first leak in the garage a result. Not surprising. Still a nuisance. With the spring high tides and the swollen rivers, flooding is happening around us that makes our localized wet patch a triviality.
Gastronomic delights. The carefree summer of the Mediterranean blended with French culinary skill. Chef’s immersed in their ingredients, searching for that perfect match of flavour, uniqueness, visual feast, complexity and simplicity. Wine pairing, not inconsequential in the menu choice, tempered by seasonal (or what can be found in Knysna’s sometimes limited choices) food availability.
Hirsh spoilt us with a caramalised onion and tomato tart tatin followed by seared calamari, green and black olives and chorizo type sausage with soya and balsamic glazed green beans.
Terry cooked a sugar-cured Chateaubriand, based on the recipe from Le Quartier Francais in Franschhoek, cooked on the Weber, with rich ‘demi-glace’ sauce. Specifically chosen to pair with my birthday Crozes-Hermitage. Roasted peppers stuffed with anchovies and tomatoes. A spoon of goats cheese flavour twist.
Beach walk on a sunny morning between the rain. Spring blossoms in the maze an unexpected joy.
‘Station 12’ my painting from a photo by Berend, of the NSRI boat waiting to pass through the Heads. To highlight the bravery of the NSRI crew, and the enormity of passing into unknown seas and storms, the waters of the lagoon are an unsettled platform. The clouds and seas a maelstrom.
The days already longer, allowing for earlier walks and late afternoon rides. My bum still settling into the unfamiliar saddle. My coordination tested over storm washed roads. That bothersome Achilles still a limiting factor.
Full house for the Tuesday art movie, with the next screening already booked. Will continue to run them into the Summer and may increase the frequency to weekly if the demand continues.
After the brooding painting of Station 12, a bright, vibrant, fresh painting of a boy and his dog on the beach. Almost abstract in style, it’s a loose energetic painting that feels like it should have been painted on a massive canvas.