I'm sitting on the rocks at Kommetje in the late afternoon of a balmy early summer's day. The lowering sun casts a peach light on the rocks which are exposed by the very low tide. It's almost full moon and it looks as though someone has pulled the plug out and the water has all drained away. The waves swell gently through the kelp beds on their relentless journey to the shore, the wallowing kelp heads glistening in the soft light. The view across the bay towards the back of Table Mountain is as stupendous as ever, changing every day with the movement of the sun.
There isn't a soul in sight - what a treat. Absolute silence except for the sighing of the sea and the calls of the hundreds of birds which live here on the island during summer. They are all going about their business -
terns wheel and bank in their distinctive flight. A pair of oyster catchers guard their territory. Two egrets appear to be doing a courtship dance. In the Kom, gulls are picking at the remnants of last week's sardine run.
The sea is calm today, ordered waves rolling in and breaking at precisely the same spot, the crests blowing off in the wind. The sun luminesces through the swells as they peak, picture perfect.
What a place to be.
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