Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures


Oil on canvas 76cmx104cm

Indian Yellow and Alizarin Crimson, rather than the Madder Red I used in the initial painting of the ’Fisherman’, has given it an unintended ’fiery’ glow. Somewhat poetical, given that the first painting was destroyed in a fire? Mixing the Alizarin Crimson with Burnt Umber changed the tone, creating a much more powerful portrait, and closer to what I was looking for.

The composition fits, roughly, within the Fabonacci Spiral of the hood, the eyes as the focal point, depending on whether the spiral is drawn vertically or horizontally. The calmness of the ocean, within which, the fisherman exists.

Le Marquis by Cathy and Rémy didn’t disappoint. Superb food and incredible value for a fine-dining experience. I could have shared, reluctantly, my terrine that did have a tad too much onion for my liking. Fortunately, salmon tarter and scallops starters ensure I was left alone to enjoy the terrine. Rémy worked his magic with the hunk of côté de bœuf and the seared Norwegian salmon was fabulous. Bits of magic sprinkled between courses, teased taste buds and added to the visual feast.

Sand between my toes. Beach walk at Brenton on a stunning day.

‘Sick-day rules’ for managing my diabetes that stubbornly remain high. Not the most pleasant way to go through the day. An indication of how much stress the body is under in fighting something as silly as a cold?

Recycled Nespresso cardboard for the sculpture of a rhino bust. The glue gun working it’s magic to keep the various bits in place, with only the odd burnt finger. I did find the ’cordless’ option a tad useless as it cooled down too quickly. Perhaps it would have worked better if I had all the bits initially cut, instead of making it up as I went along.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

Sweltering days making painting difficult. My hands sweating in the gloves. Getting them on, a sticky mess.

The studio, busy with tourists, walking around between golf games. One of my favourite paintings from our time in Pringle Bay ’Storm’ sold to an American couple and interest in some of the bigger paintings.

Prince spent two days at a ’play-group’. He passed his behavioural assessment with a glowing report, and spent Wednesday with a different group of dogs. The plan is for him to go on Monday and Wednesday so he isn’t so stressed with all the people, and kids, coming into the studio while both Terry and I are distracted.

Puncture on my front wheel heading up Phantom Pass. With only one bomb in my pouch, and no tools for a plug, and riding alone, I decided to cut the ride short. Amazingly, I actually got the bomb to work and inflate the tyre enough to get back to Caltex. I’m working on the assumption that a bag full of puncture repair bits will mean no more punctures!

Six weeks into the three month trial of lower insulin dosage. Average blood sugars increased to 7.1 mmol/L, with 10% of the tests above the 8.9 mmol/L maximum. A tad concerning, however, while my blood sugar levels may be bouncing off the ceiling, the numbers are skewed by the last week taking medication for my cold, that been particularly problematical.

For the rest, the hyperglycemia incidents have been triggered by fast running and the occasional hard cycle. It’s also corresponded with the heat of summer, dehydration, disturbed nights, mozzies, and dealing with a three-year-old Border Collie freaked out by thunderstorms.

Load shedding. Everything is quiet. Apart from Prince tearing his chew apart! Candles casting their mystical light in a world of darkness.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

‘Poppies and olives’
Oil on board 220cmx92cm

Painted in 2002, a client resale in the studio

Something magical about a road-trip in the early morning, as the sun begins it’s journey. Even without coffee to start the day, as load-shedding impacts our lives.

Driving three hours for a dinner may seem a tad excessive. However, the dining experience at La Sosta in Swellendam is unbelievable and should be at the top of on any foodies list.

We also had a great dog-friendly farm-stay at Heritage Huisies, a five-minute drive from the restaurant.

Uncomplicated. Clean. Honest flavours. The philosophy of the cooking at La Sosta. With seasonal ingredients, paying homage to their Italian heritage.

The 5 course menu has three eating experiences; Sea, Land and Garden, and as you are allowed to choose dishes from any of the menu’s, the choice is fabulous. Particularly for my diabetic restrictions.
The wine list has recommendations for each menu and offers great value.

Hermitage Huisies cottages are unpretentious, comfortable and everything you could want, with thoughtful touches. Like an Honesty Bar, with Olivedale wines in case you didn’t bring your own. Or simply want to try the superb regional wines. A bag of fresh veg from the garden and a spekboom for you to take home and plant, are part of their drive for organic, sustainability. The swimming pool, fabulous on a hot summer day. Not freezing. Refreshing, and close to the cottage to pop into for a midnight dip under the stars.

A tad disappointed that I’m not one of the 48 BP Award finalists. While still thrilled to be in the top 10% semi-finalists, I had high expectations. Hopefully my painting of the Pudgy Unicorn will do better at the Wildlife Artists of the Year.

Alfresco. Terry’s fabulous ‘Picnic in a jar’. Quirky, practical, delicious and loads of fun.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

Small commissioned painting of a zebra and start made on the portrait of ’The Fisherman’. A painting to replace one of my paintings lost in a house fire.

The zebra still resembling a cart-horse, with none of the ’lightness’ I’m striving to attain. The rich grey, turning everything to a flat mush. Happier with the proportions of the head. Something, at least!

A tad apprehensive about the ride out to Buffels Neck. 70km, and four hours, being at the extreme end of what I can push myself to, while still retaining some control over my blood-sugars. To say nothing of how my shoulder will manage the constant bouncing through the Forest.

The Forest, green and sparkling after the recent rain, with enough overnight to keep the dust down from passing logging trucks. Overcast conditions meant we weren’t fighting the light-dark road surface that makes visibility, already hopeless through sweat-stained glasses, truly frightening when hurtling downhill!

Woolworths, carb-clever, seed-bars at the halfway stop. Not quiet the egg and bacon I had been imagining while out on the ride. Good enough to stop my blood sugars crashing further than the 4,5mmol/L level during the remaining 2 hours of cycling.
Move aside pork-belly. You have been superseded by delicious slow grilled pork shoulder. Simple and a sumptuous.

Two and a half hours at a low heat (140) with the meat, skin side up and rubbed with salt, in a roasting pan with a bottle of white wine (I added a bunch of fresh herbs from the herb pot). It needs to be checked after an hour and a half and add stock/water as needed. Heat the grill to 240 and put the roast, skin side up, under the grill until it’s crisp and golden. (about 35min). Sieve the remaining liquid and serve with the roast.