Isn't Cape Town's weather wonderful? Thursday and Friday it rained buckets, we put all our clothes on at once and snow fell on the mountains of the Western Cape. The sea was wild and lumpy, with a distant ship rising on the swells, revealing the bulge on the plimsoll line before plunging into a trough and being swamped across the bows with white water.
Today the sun is shining in a cloudless sky and the gentlest breeze drifts across the Peninsula. Small fishing boats are trying their luck just offshore, and at the Outer Kom the waves are enticing the bravest surfers who are prepared to risk a tumble in nature's washing machine.
Ever-cheerful sunbirds are feeding on the hundreds of aloes which are out in full splendour, splashing red and orange across the deep blue sky. Otters have been spotted this morning and their tracks are evident on the small beach down at the Kom.
We are in favourite Sunday mode: fire on the go for a braai, reading in the sun and listening to the Golden Oldies from the 70s on Capetalk Radio.The afternoon will be taken up with the Men's Singles final at Roland Garros. I'll be rooting for Nadal as usual. It's just a pity to be inside on a day such as this.
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