And they're off!
The wind was so strong that walking on the ridge of the Crags was a wobbly affair. Taking close ups was out of the question. I need to go back for the flowers... Marijke spotted a beautiful clump of opened and opening Crassula coccinea, with a spectacular view over the Constantia vineyards and the rest of Cape Town. It was a 360 degree viewfest. Stunning in every direction.
Below, the view north all the way to Devil's Peak with Tokai plantations right below us, destined for the chop. I used to ride there loooong ago on my borrowed horse, Cromwell.
Looking down into the basin we'll walk down to later.
Honeycombed sandstone, also home to little rock gardens I'd like to return to to photograph.
Looking back the way we've come.
After a loop, a stint on a gravel road, we were at the reservoir, unrecognizable since I'd seen it last in my mid teens. Then it was in the shadow of an old pine forest, now cut down and replaced by keurbooms. A suspiciously American (read neat, low-risk/trip-hazard, taming-the-wild-places) boardwalk wraps around it with little bridges, and...braaivleis places of rock. It is very well done. I cannot wait to have a braai there! Best of all: deserted, except for a lone swimmer in a wetsuit doing laps in the choppy water.
My favourite: waterlilies. The only thing not windblown.
Maggie the Mudpig.
Ted the Adventurer: