Past Eland's Bay and its grey, cold sea, where the road rises and digs into the side of the mountain, the duneveld turned lovely...
...with bright pink clumps of paper flowers - Limonium perigrinum (lovely name!); strandroos, beach rose, in Afrikaans.
And dripping Cotyledon orbiculata...(earlier descirbed by me as Tylecodon, stupid! Because I saw that one here.)
On a rusted fence post I found a colony of pale snails. Waiting for the rains of winter?
...and some more.
As we drove further, back on the quiet little tar road towards Velddrif, our plans for the night and morrow uncertain, considering Paternoster down the coast and Kersefontein, a farm on the Berg River [see comment], we came across a lot of suicidal tortoises, and eventually had to stop talking to concentrate on spotting the next one.
Here Vince made a daring rescue.
Photo: Vincent Mounier
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