Real June weather

At last a proper June day in Cape Town. Today was what we've been waiting for - the cloudless sky, no wind, warm sunshine - not  the galeforce winds and stormy weather of the last few weeks. Admittedly it's all coming back by Friday, but today people were at the nursery looking at spring seedlings, forgetting that we still have July and August to come. I weakened for a punnet of peas - something I've never grown - and 40 onion plants. The latter should be safe from foraging porcupines, as they have never eaten them in the compost heap. I doubt whether the peas will ever reach the dinner table or even the inside of a pot. I can picture myself standing in the vegetable patch eating them straight from the pod!

This evening the call of the sea was too strong to ignore and we joined every dog and child on plastic motorbikes who have been cooped up inside for days! It was chaos on the path, with prams, dogs and bikes jostling for position. I nearly took a dive into the undergrowth as I missed my footing on a round rock - that would have been a laugh! But eventually everyone sorted themselves out into a disorderly crocodile and we could all concentrate on the spectacular weather. 

 A young boy fished for klipfish under the watchful eye of his mother, while just beyond a perfect short swell reared and tumbled at the Outer Kom. To the left a group contemplated heading out to the surf, but no action was forthcoming.


The light had that special quality that you only get in Cape Town at this time of year - crisp and bright with every colour seemingly exaggerated - and the sky canopy seemed to stretch endlessly into the void above.

Not a ripple disturbed the inner bay and tidal pool, apart from the disturbance caused by a diving cormorant after a quick dinner from a shoal of tiny fish sheltering in the shallows.

I have hundreds of photos of the view towards Table Mountain, and here are two more. How can we tire of such perfection?