An ex-newspaper journalist with an unquenchable thirst for travel, who has ventured back into writing to share my journey of discovery. Where this is going to take me I have no idea, but I look forward to the trip.
I love walking and hiking and this blog, apart from documenting my travels, celebrates the fact that despite being diagniosed with rheumatoid arthritis, I am able to not only walk but hike. High on my bucket list is the Camino de Santiago - or at least completing part of it.
I am innately curious about the world around me and fascinated by people and the real story behind the story. I'm not a foodie per se but I love good food and wine. It's in abundance in Cape Town where I live. The concept of slow food interests me the most as does growing my own herbs and vegetables in a tiny garden on the side of the house. It's a constant battle, but I'm determined to get it right!
I love animals and nature and wide open spaces and always seek out the hidden backstreet places rather than the main touristy ones.
Spring is officially here, with buds appearing overnight on my fig tree, soft pink blossoms bursting open on the twiggy branches of the almond trees – only to be turned into instant confetti by the first winds – and a general sense of aliveness.
And this year the fiercely territorial resident Cape Robins have chosen to bless me with a tiny nest in the undergrowth under my study window. I had a careful quick peek while the parents were out foraging, but all I could see was a little pile of dappled down, so I’m not sure how many little fledglings there are.
Feeding is a full time job though and keeps both parents busy from dawn to dusk.Robins are notoriously elusive and timid, so they first survey the surrounding area from tree height, then dive into the undergrowth with an assortment of snacks for the young. At times this part of the garden is like an airport with one parent leaving the nest as the other one arrives with more food.Who would think that hidden under those geraniums, surrounded by spiky ferns, is a perfect little cup-shaped nest?I can’t wait to see the babies learning to fly 🙂
I’ve been fascinated by this humble fishing shack right next to the water’s edge between Glencairn and Simonstown for some time now.
What I didn’t realise when I spotted it from the road was that the southbound train from Cape Town to Simonstown runs right past, about a metre away from the actual dwelling. I wonder if the whole place rattles like mad?
Living in a small seaside town favoured by Southern Right whales – who arrive in False Bay each year to mate and calve – is an incredible privilege.
But this annual pilgrimage is also problematic for the species when these massive mammals become entangled in ropes belonging to octopus traps and crab pots attached to buoys in the shallow waters of the bay.
Well done to the local National Sea Rescue Institute (NSRI) and South African Whale Detanglement Network (SAWDN) for managing to free this entangled southern right off Sunnycove this afternoon.
The quality of my photos isn’t great as it was quite far out and I was shooting with a humble kit zoom lens, but each picture illustrates this incredibly brave rescue.
I watched it trying desperately to free itself from the web of rope twisted around its’ tail and then the dramatic attempts to free it. It was an incredibly dangerous situation – the whale was frantic and highly distressed, blowing and lashing its’ tail. And lest we forget their size – it was at least three times the size of the NSRI boat.
I could hear it blowing as I ran down the hill, camera in hand, to Sunnycove Station. It was like an anguished bellow that filled the air and then it was all over – the whale was free. It submerged and swam out to sea and there was silence apart from the hum of the gridlocked traffic along the coastal road 🙂
Slangkop Lighthouse is like a colossal magnet the way it keeps pulling me back to try and capture the perfect shot. I should have waited until there were dramatic clouds and a blazing autumn sky to photograph, but this iconic landscape still gives me something different every time I drive there at sunset.
It’s a little grainy as I took the shot without a tripod in very low light conditions, but the lights of Seapoint are so amazing to see at sunset, it would be a shame not to share. Taken from the foothills of Signal Hill.
My back garden is like a war zone at the moment. The horrible drought that has taken a grip on Cape Town has forced more and more wild birds to leave their mountainside habitat and look for water in domestic gardens. Lately I’ve had species of sunbird I don’t normally get to see in my garden coming to feed and the squabbles and antics are fascinating to witness.
Dry and hot weather results in quite a few scraps among the different species. Most of the time it’s like watching kids in a playground as they fight for a spot at the spout.
Although sometimes different species do get along and it’s quite a civil affair.
There are more take offs and landings in my garden than at Heathrow at the moment 🙂
And then there are the domestic disputes. Or maybe it was a mating ritual. Either way I photographed their interaction for 10 minutes. In heat of 32 degrees C !!
As for the ubiquitous and gutsy Cape White Eyes, there’s often a tag team to take on the competition – although squabbles amongst themselves are equally common 🙂
Then there are the playground bullies who scare everyone else away. Male weaver birds are notorious thugs.
And the shy guys. Cape Bulbuls are regular visitors but are always on high alert while the other species are uber bold by comparison.