The southeaster is back in full force, tossing the sacred ibis flock into a disorderly mass as they struggle homeward. Out to sea, a huge piece of black plastic is on its way to South America - it looks like the cover of a large piece of equipment, perhaps the windsurfer that is out there - the wind must have whipped it up and out onto the water, and it seems to have buoyancy so is not sinking. Let's hope no marine life is unfortunate enough to become involved with it. I have observed it thoroughly and there is definitely no person clinging to it, so I won't be calling the National Sea Rescue. The pictures below give a small idea of the intensity of the wind as it blows spray off the crests of the breakers at the Outer Kom.
The beaches are not a desirable place to be right now, with wind stinging legs and blowing into eyes and mouths, hair tangling into hopeless knots and skirts blowing up like Marilyn's.
To match the wind, I have made a fearsomely hot lamb curry at Robert's request. I didn't stint on the Durban chilli mix and it is truly eye-watering stuff! He's going to love it! Excuse me while I fetch the tissues...
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