By way of a change, and probably because only this morning I told someone I never go to Long Beach because I'm not a beach person, this evening my friend and I walked to the giant log at the Noordhoek end of Kommetjie beach. It was like being in a completely different place to the Kommetjie I live in. With the vast expanse of beach (liberally covered in seaweed at various stages of decomposition), children playing with dogs, yachts sailing by, stand-up paddlers braving the enormous Kakapo Reef and gentle breeze ruffling our hair as it travelled across the Peninsula, warmed by the temperate waters of False Bay, we were transported to an island paradise. The view across the bay to the foot of Chapman's Peak with the Sentinel, Little Lion's Head and the Back Table was a new perspective from that which I have at home, and with which you may now be familiar.
The weather continues to be unseasonably balmy and may continue for some days still, so everyone was out in force, taking advantage of the awesome views, while no one but the brave took to the sea - that is back to its normal sub-10 degrees! Behind the line of low dunes, the houses of the world's rich and famous stand silent, shuttered and empty, waiting for a visit from their owners, perhaps hoping for a young family to bring life back to their echoing emptiness, monuments to man's need for possessions. At least the beach remains freely accessible.
We turned our backs to civilisation and clambered up onto an outcrop of flat rocks, once part of the ancient seabed, and sat on the edge, dangling our feet in the incoming tide, breathing in the salty sea air and watching the sun sink slowly from sight. The end of another perfect day in Kommetjie.
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