Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

First dinner out as a diabetic, gently managed by Clare and Terry. Tablets and insulin injection packed with the mineral water. A tasty starter of salmon with a spot of grapefruit and crème fraîche (designed for pairing with Steenberg Sauvignon Blanc) on segments of cucumber to accommodate my carbohydrate intolerance, with a fillet on the braai and salad. A handful of blueberries my desert allowance.

Wind, blowing off the snow covered mountains, unpleasantly cold for the walks required by a Border Collie ball of energy. Our days defined by his needs. Morning walks at first light, with an afternoon stint in the dog run on Thesen. The RAV, again a mobi-kennel, his safe haven

Without wine to drink, there are suddenly a gazillion tea bags in our lives, which I'm tearing up and using as a soli supplement for the patio garden pot plants. This no wine life is going to take a bit of getting used to.

Lesa and Alan visiting for a few days, forcing me out of the studio, where I have become a tad hermit like. 'Phantom Ride'. the approach to Phantom Pass at first light, named for the exquisite brown and grey moths which appear again and again each year in spring.

Knysna artists exhibition at the Mall for a couple of days. Quality, artistic interpretation, and relative value part of the endless questions by the knowledgeable elderly who spent time engaging with the various artists works.

Sugar levels responding to the care Terry is taking in searching out the hidden sugars in many of the standrad foodstuffs we eat. Tolerant of me bouncing off the walls of restrictions.

Diary of an Adventure

Leisure Island Adventures

The house, suffused in the rich smell of oxtail in its three day stock that has everyone passing the house salivating. Craig and I, the lucky ones to enjoy Terry’s stunning dinner. Polly, didn’t miss out, and after her beach play, is groaning in dream-world.
Beach Party, a painting of girls on the beach. School is out and with the weather remaining sunny, if chilly, there are kids everywhere. The reflections in the water creating interesting pictures.

  
Polly, sympathy vote for her elbow. The pink sock she is wearing to keep it clean, ensuring that she gets extra attention from passers by. Becoming infamous in Knysna she is!
An unexpected, traditional roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, Sunday lunch at The Bell Tavern, Belvedere. A cozy space, reminiscent of an English Pub, built into the old farmhouse. The floor of Ironwood blocks, with its window into the cellar can’t be missed as the low doorway has you bending your back so as not to bash your head. The welcome from the staff was enthusiastic and warm, with their recommendations leaving little room to argue. Polly was allowed to sit with us in the garden with its views to the Estuary. We should have spent the afternoon, ensuring we booked some of the fresh scones for afternoon tea.
At the apartment, the bashing out of walls continues. The floor flooded by a damaged pipe. Neighbours, and tenants downstairs not impressed by the noise. Wardrobes for the bedroom sorted. If costly. Endless round of discussions for bathroom mosaics as we listen to horror stories of moulding grout.
Red Bench, a painting of the sea boiling through the entrance to the Heads. The painting flows, with the hypnotic motion of the sea, as you sit watching the light dance on the wave tops to the cliffs of the East Head.
The streets ok Knysna teaming with cyclists and runners. Streets, normally sedate, a flurry of activity as the ‘Ten Best Days of Winter’ start. The Annual Oyster Festival, with its food and sports action.

Diary of an Adventure

Leisure Island Adventures

Candle light. Dancing flames. Window reflections. Mirror smooth waters. Wine glasses, full of mystery. Taste miraculously altered with food combinations. Alchemy under star filled skies. Moon edged against ultramarine blue skies. Morning mist, soothing wine monsters.

The restaurant at the Turbine did a fabulous meal, paired with wines selected with a magicians art. While the lamb was disappointing, and the beef cheeks cried out for one of Terry’s 3-day stock’s, the food was tasty and rewarding, on a cold evening in Knysna. The highlight, the tomato and red pepper soup, paired with a Sauvignon Blanc. A combination, smiled on by the Gods. 
On the easel. Lines of fire in my painting Jesters Hat. Inspired by curved aloe leaves, and primary coloured flowers.
Polly tangled in Jesus thorn bush. Vicious spikes ensnaring her in a prison of fear. Fortunately, she kept calm until she could be cut from the bush. The T-bone streak bone easing her bruised ego.
Glazed doughnut look. Head full of cold. Not my best.
Calm morning, coucal’s calling out their warning of the bad weather coming our way. Winds roaring their wrath, before calm again settles across the lagoon.
At the apartment, the roof over the patio has gone. The foundations for the new garage section are done and we continue the finalization of tiles and other bathroom bits. 

Messing About with Paint

Jesters Hat

Oil on Canvas 40cmx50cm

Lines of fire in my painting, inspired by curved aloe leaves, and primary coloured flowers. 

Cerulean Blue and Chrome Oxide (Richardson Shiva), with Venice Red and Ultramarine Blue (Lucas 1862) mixed for the grey in the background. Indian yellow deep, and Chrome Yellow (Windsor and Newton Artist), with Red light and Permanent Red Orange (Maimerie) for the flowers. Cadmium Yellow Light, Cobalt Blue Utrecht) and Permanent Magenta the other colours used in the painting.

  

Messing About with Paint

Spires of fire

Oil on canvas 20cmx20cm

The flowers within the forest walks have been a revelation, with a profusion of aloes, purple and yellow blossoms, against a cascade of blue-grey foliage. 

Mineral Violet Light and Deep (Van Dyk No. 46 and 47) for the flower, together with an almost turquisegreen, Veronese Green (Van Dyk 67), from my magic box of paints. 

Messing About with Paint

Skiff

Oil on Canvas 50cmx26cm

When we pass the lagoon on our way in and out of town, a rowing boat used by fisherman catches our attention. It’s position continually changing with tide, and use. A painting of the rowing boat reflected in mirror smooth waters. 
I used the figure of 8, lying on its side, technique  to get the proportions of the boat correct. It’s a simple way if ensuring that the curves, and proportions work effortlessly together.