The rocky peninsula that juts at a right angle into the Atlantic at Plettenberg Bay was wet when we got there. Enveloped by soft cloud. I was wearing a white sundress, with kikoi and bikini as back-up for the blazing day I had been expecting. We even stopped in Plett for more Factor 30. I am convinced it was the wuss-combo of sundress and white sneakers that caused the hissy fit on the slippery rock place, one I'd been terrified of ever since I was little. Later I took off the dress and put on the kikoi and bikini and hiked like that in the rain, feeling wet but human.
We had a dry window of about an hour or so before the squall we could see coming in from the sea overtook us. Then I put my camera away, at the top of the big dune, and Vince waited hopefully for more massive waves to break again over the island below, but they wouldn't. We could see a few hikers straggling from the island back to the mainland (a beach joins them) as the rain hit, and later we met up at the slippery rock again, this time from the other side. Their slow progress emboldened me and I didn't disgrace myself or embarass Vince.
For his fortitude, and for not pushing me into the sea, Vince gets many minky points. I'll have to explain about those another time.
What is this? Help. It covered a lower shrub and was flowering profusely.
Jamesbrittenia tenuifolia. Ha!
...and lichen is a mystery to me, but there was a lot, and very beautiful. Even the lichen had lichen.