Cape Vidal, within the St Lucia Marine Reserve, offers an expanse of beach facing the Indian Ocean, a pretty curve of bay, holiday accommodation, and what would seem, from the number of people you see wading into the surf with their rods, some pretty good surf fishing. It was also, when we were there a few years ago, one of those curiously ‘white’ playgrounds, an anomaly in the rural African heartland – an echo, in a sense, albeit unlegislated, of the bad old days of apartheid. Looking through my photographs of the Cape, I was struck by how the orange […]
The Greater St Lucia Wetlands Park, up the north coast of KwaZulu Natal towards Mozambique, became South Africa’s first Natural World Heritage Site in 1999. Rob and I visited in December of 2012 – it was one of those rare places where a hippo might wander through your garden at night, where leopards hang about on the edges of town, while crocs are thick enough to form a bridge across the muddy water, if you’re dumb enough to try it. For one reason and another, I never seemed to have time to really work through the photos from the trip, […]
We have for today only one offering, photographically speaking: a tongue-in-cheek image of Table Mountain, masked by a garage forecourt – the city undisturbed by and unaware of its extraordinarily beautiful and majestic natural surroundings. The image may mildly amuse you, or it may leave you stone cold – I offer it merely as a pictorial token of life’s little ironies. For friends and family, all well on the home front here, and on the work front too. Oh, and we are booked to fly back to Canada via London on the 20th of April, for a two week visit […]
I’ll leave it to Rob to write about burst pipes in the deep freeze of a Toronto winter, and the generosity and kindness of neighbours and friends (Andrew, Jackie, Boyd, you know who you are). Instead, a word simply to note our brief escape from the city, here on the other side of the planet, for a night away, with dinner and breakfast, at The Cradle Hotel and Restaurant in the Magaliesberg. Accommodations, in a beautifully designed and modern, minimalist log cabin, were excellent; dinner gained mixed reviews (we suspect it was a skeleton staff for the holidays, and whoever […]
Early in November, I was in Cape Town on business. Jonathan and Hayley had just flown in from the UK with Gabriel, the last of our three grandchildren to be born within a miraculous twelve month period. We met up, together with my mom, for dinner in Constantia, and a few days later visited them at their rented holiday cottage in Simonstown. These are a few photos.
I took a nasty fall, last month when we were in Clarens – my heel flew off the wet iron edging to a step in the paving, and I landed heavily, one hand up in the air still clutching a jar of cherry jam I’d bought, and the other trying to break my descent. I had the Leica – fortunately in a protective pouch, as it was drizzling – on my belt, on the side on which I fell, and it was only when I sought to check the camera, some hours later, that I realised it wouldn’t start up […]
We saw, as the saying goes, more rhinos on the day we spent in the Pilanesberg with Mike and Karen Thompson than you could shake a stick at. Not that I would want to shake a stick at a rhino, assuming I had one. We saw these beauties on our way out of the reserve, after a day of wildlife spotting, across the river and far away, and then as the dirt road climbed the hill there they were, peacefully chomping, close enough to… Well, anyway, here they are then: four images of the Pilanesberg rhino.
After Clarens, and much wining and dining back in Johannesburg, Rob and I drove Mike and Karen, Hayley’s parents, to Pilanesberg, for a day of game watching and conversation and getting-to-know-each-other-better. We had a simply lovely time together, with two wonderful people. At the very beginning of our game drive, on the far bank of the first dam, we came across this pair of male impala, duelling for dominance, while a harem of females browsed unconcernedly nearby. The ground was arid, a dull sandy orange, much the same colour as the animals; the light was flat and the action was […]