Yesterday's skies were an unblemished clear blue after the smokiness of the last few days, and puffy white clouds scudded ahead of a following wind, the galeforce southeaster that has been battering the Mother City. Videos have been posted on social media of people hanging onto lamp posts and trees in the city, just to stay on their feet. The survival instinct brings out the best in fellow hangers-on, as total strangers link arms to assist each other to cross roads, skirts flying and scarves whipped away, never to be seen again. Anything that isn't tied down is swept away in a litter storm, swirling in eddies in corners of buildings with dust devils reminiscent of the Sahara. A mouthful of grit awaits the unwary who dare to laugh at their stumbling gait as even teetotallers stagger hither and thither.
A cold front sweeping past the Cape (unfortunately not bringing any relief in the form of rain) sent in some heavy swells which the southeaster did its best to beat back and flatten, but they would have none of it, and spectacular white horses bore down on the shore, where surfers gathered in droves to catch the ride of their lives.
I think it's these extremes that make this such an exciting place to live!
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