After tea in the rocks we set off in the teeth of a strong, cold southeaster which just suits us Scots fine.
At Witsand road, inexplicably everyone turned round and went home except the Alpha Male and Food Lady. Maybe it was those spooky graves belonging to Sophia Bugdoll and some other strange names. The Alpha Male admired this smart old combi for a bit, then off we set at a smart Alpha Male pace over the road and along a new path.
On the march, the Food Lady just managed to sneak this photo of a butterfly on a Protea nitida flower. It is a Protea Scarlet (Capys alphaeus) that lays eggs on proteas, eats the protea and pupates in it too. The Protea nitida is growing on the brand new and very nice Hoerikwaggo Trail path from the reservoir near Witsand Rd to Red Hill. They are most unusual in being a multi-stemmed, dwarf from of the normally much larger wabooms. She also took a photo of this Blue Pipe - Gladiolus gracilis. We were pretty tired and hot (the nice cool wind had died down) when we got back to the Cobra Camp ruins where we had a drink and some dog biscuits. These old buildings are covered in rather boring graffiti. They need to take a look at Banksy's graffiti - some dude that Paul told us about who is famous for his graffiti in England. (We even found a dog blog that has something about him.)
We made it down to the land rover, and Dougal was actually relieved to be put in the back and hardly flinched when the door slammed. We were exhausted. (But that didn't stop us from barking at the ADT man when he came past on his bike and screaming at the Jack Russells going for a walk, and scaring the neighbours kid's on their bikes and ....)
On the subject of the graffiti artist, a final photo for the less intellectually refined of us...