Today, Monday 16 June, is Youth Day and, appropriately, we went for a walk with an unusually large (for us) number of members of that group. Setting out along the long gravel road are Thea, Bernard, Pauline, Antje and Katherine. Me leading ...
er, actually not really. Up front are more of the youthful (well, mostly) group - the idiot Lad, Richard, Lucy, Kate and the Alph.
Not another King Protea! (The name cynaroides refers to the protea's resemblance to an artichoke.)
The weather was cool and misty, but not too cold or wet and we soon climbed up to Berties Balcony
where we celebrated Kate's birthday (which was yesterday) with cake and bubbles. Happy Birthday Kate! It was so fun -
and thanks for the cake! I made sure nothing was wasted - not even a crumb. I also managed to steal a few biscuits before the Food Lady was on to me. But we were all abandoning our diets/Tim Noakes eating plans this morning ...
Tea shot in the cave: Bernard, Thea, Antje, the Alph, Lucy, Katherine, Kate, me, Richard (hiding) and Pauline.
A good way to celebrate Youth Day.
And we even got some attention and milk from Thea.
It was a rather cool and silvery grey day - perfect Scotty weather. This is the Coastal Camphor Bush (Tarchonanthus littoralis) in flower - looking back to Noordhoek Peak and Silvermine.
The Lad had so much fun, and was really rather endearing. He has definitely improved since turning one.
Round the corner from the Amphitheatre we walked,
and right up to the top of Kalk Bay Peak.
There were so many enticing smells that I got a bit manic. I really wanted to go into this deep dark cave after some dassie/porcupine/caracal/baboon/rodent smells, but guess who wouldn't let me? Lemme, lemme, lemme! Such a spoilsport.
But never mind, I had a lovely tummy cool in the path/river instead.
Soon we were overlooking a rather wintry False Bay.
Then we walked back down towards the road. More smells! Is this not the closest place to Scotty heaven?
Bernard's foot was troubling him, so he, Anjte, Thea and Katherine decided to stay on the gravel road and head for home, so we said our goodbyes and parted company.
The rest of us carried on , jumping rivers and
meeting new friends.
Then the Food Lady took the wrong path, but we were quite glad because it shortened the walk a lot and we were all quite tired.
When we got home we still had plenty of energy to chase hadedas out of the garden, and clear the fairies off the toadstools coming up all over the lawn,
and get down to a spot of mole control
while the humans had a chilly braai of free range ostrich wors ("too salty for you lot"),
then on with the Alph's new fancy sheepskin "absolutely NO chewing" slippers,
and a relaxing watch of the soccer world cup. What a life!