Another lovely day

An early morning tablecloth draped Table Mountain, leaving just the upper cable station peeking out of the cloud. The view from the front must have been spectacular, as the cloud falls waterfall-like over the flat top and down the sheer, stark cliffs before evaporating as mist before the morning sun.

The rather poor shot of a passing ship serves only to show the rising sun on the other side of False Bay reflecting off the vessel going past Kommetjie.

I'm not what I would call a beach person, and perhaps years go by without my setting foot on the sands, but with Cleo needing exercise, fun and excitement, I took her down with old Monty. He is very arthritic now and totally deaf with other medical problems, but he spent an hour or so frolicking as best he could, while Cleo was in her element. She kept an eye out for Monty and was never far from him, and I will have to take him down more often in his twilight years. He used to just take off and never come back, so could never be let off the lead unless we were in the mood for a two-hour chase, but now he is completely well behaved, perforce through old age.