24 March 2017

Dogs, dolerite dykes and goodbye to Norman

Last Sunday there was no walk as the Food Lady and the Alph had a 60th birthday party in Camps Bay, followed by a wake for Paddington and Rupert's human granddad, Norman Rodseth, at the Rodseths home. When Paddington had finished swimming in the pool he helped Arti light candles
which they floated on the pool for Norman. Apparently, ancient Norwegians used to set fire to boats and send them out onto the sea to liberate the dead person's spirit and Arti's candles were to symbolize setting Norman's spirit free.
By the end of the evening, the whole pool was filled with floating lights.
Then on Tuesday it was a public holiday (Human Rights Day that commemorates a terrible massacre of South Africans by the police in Sharpeville in 1960) and we decided to hit the beach at Llandudno where dogs are only allowed until 9 am.
While I explored the nooks and crannies in the great granite boulders, keeping a wary eye on the cold cold sea,
the crazy Lad found lots of friends to frolic with.
Such a lovely day.
My "own god", the Alph.
Come on you lot! Lets explore up here.
We found another little cove called Logies Bay beyond the main beach as the witching hour of 9 am drew close,
just below a human poo farm. And as you know, I do so love poo.
Laddie pretending to be a dassie in Logies Bay. The Food Lady was wondering about the origin of the name Logies Bay as she thought it might be Scottish, but it seems more likely to be a Muslim name as all these coves and ravines were refuges for runaway slaves and Muslim leaders who had been arrested for anti-slavery uprisings in the Dutch East Indies and brought to the Cape as punishment.
The Food Lady remembered coming here with her Museum Club kids many years ago to examine the interesting dolerite dyke that is exposed in amongst the granite. The Alph and Lad stood on the dolerite for a photo, 
but I was more interested in the smelly kelp and dead fish and the odd chicken bone in amongst the flotsam and jetsam around it.
"Did you get a good photo Phood Lady?"
We then walked back up through the sedges (Ficinia nodosa),
and Grysbietou (Osteospermum incanum subsp incanum)
up and over,
and up some more. I see the Lion's Head!
The Food Lady wants to live in this house on the beach.
And me and Lad wanted to live in this one. Lots of lizards to chase!
The rest of Tuesday was fiercely hot - even if the garden thinks its autumn - and we all spent the day in the shade under the pergola, finishing off with a lovely braai.
And where was our bestieBostie all this time? He was spending a working long weekend with his mom.
Ok, blog done. Time to lick the braai grid now. Yummm.

21 March 2017

The Cancelled Cycle Tour Walk in the Woods

Two Sundays ago we said goodbye to the Alph who set out in a high wind to ride his bike with 35-thousand other cyclists.
We had just seen him off with lots of barks, when he came home again with the news that the tour had been cancelled as the wind was just too fierce, and there were fires in Hout Bay and protests in Kommetjie.
So we went for a walk in the Constantia greenbelt which is always pretty wind-free.
Tails up!
Lad has been taking lessons in tree climbing from Harvey.
A delicious cooling swim,
followed by a good roll in the dust.
We crossed to the section below Kirstenbosch,
where we met some of the cancelled cyclists in full Cape Town Cycle Tour regalia.
Laddie had lots of things to chase,
but I just plodded on.
There were not too many flowers out, but the Australian cherries (Syzygium) were in full bloom.
After we found Laddie again (he had disappeared after a cat into the thick bush), we re-crossed back into the normal greenbelt
for a last swim before getting back into the car,
and driving home past the lifelike rhino in Peter Cloete Avenue. Time for breakfast please!

26 February 2017

Blowin' in the wind

Today was a Scottie Walk. I love Scottie Walks because I always get treats from kind people, unlike the mean Food Lady and Alph who have plans to starve me to death. We met a new Scottie today called Skye - and her Yorkie friend Mika.
And heloooo to my buddy Mac. We gave Mac a birthday gift because he has just turned 15. The Food Lady had a packet of goodies for him. So I must now wait another four and a half years before I get a packet of treats. Not fair!
Young Mac was there and was really happy to see the Lad. He was quite submissive to the crazy Lad who was flattered, and a bit flustered, that anyone took him seriously. (Two dogs take him seriously - Jango the Bulldog from Fish Hoek and Mac).
The beach was really windy - with kite surfers having a great day sweeping up and down in the surf.
But even though it was windy, our tails are up - but not Mac's. Follow me Mac, and we will find a kind person with treats for us.
The Scottie invasion of Dolphin Beach.
Laddie was very smitten with Milo and would not leave her alone.
And here come the rainbow Scotties,
who have all the colours of the Scottie spectrum covered - from wheaten (the crazy pup Lily) through gold and silver brindle, to black.
Very handsome dudes indeed. Pity I am not years younger! But now I am not interested in boys, just food.
We all attracted a lot of attention and one lady (in the pink jersey) took a photo of us for a photo competition in Australia. Sadly she had no treats for us.
But could there be a treat in that packet for me?
Estea and Irene were not here today, so Melanie was the Boss Lady. Here are her two crazies - Angus and Baillie - running in the wind.
We turned around after a while.
I must say I preferred the walk back with the wind behind me. Not so much sand in my eyes.
"I have a little shadow ..." Falling in behind old Mac.
Laddie was still annoying poor Milo,
and Melanie trying to tire out her two Scots, 
while the oldies just looked on. This handsome fellow, Jock, is also fifteen years old.
Seeing triple.
Then we made it up the beach to the cars with the wind swirling and buffeting. Now please can I have my lunch oh Food Lady.