The end of a perfect day in Kommetjie. A quiet afternoon spent watering the garden and reading, while next door the garage is broken into and a whole lot of stuff put into a Weber braai and trundled up the road. Not the ideal getaway vehicle, but what can you expect from a trio of tikhead opportunists who spend their waking hours peering over fences and observing comings and goings in the hope of taking something for nothing. Fortunately our alert residents and neighbourhood watch nipped them in the bud and they will hopefully languish in a cell for at least the weekend. Amazing what happens under your nose while you potter in the garden. It's not the first time it's happened either.
Having been to see the young girl who had been burgled and confirmed that lots of people were taking the matter in hand, I continued my stroll down to the bay, where all was peaceful. The tide rolled in and out, oblivious of the wickedness of the world, and oyster catchers chased each other noisily across the rocks as they settled into their roosts among the terns. Children played on the lawns and dog walkers walked their dogs. The sun shed its golden rays on the scene as if to confirm that life would go on as usual.
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