First Light, Paternoster

I wrote in a previous post about fulfilling a long-standing wish of my mother’s, to visit the little fishing village of Paternoster, on the Cape West Coast: most of the time was family time, an extended celebration of her 87th birthday, but on the last morning I made sure I had some time for myself.

I rose early, at 05:00, and let myself out before dawn, and headed down to the beach. It had been raining, and the tide was out; the skies were cloudy and grey, and the dawn broke only weakly through. Here is a first series of images – the sweep of the beach, the distant cottages, the light almost monochromatic except where it is suffused with soft yellows and pinks.

Fair winds from the Cape

Because I have just, literally, arrived back at our house in Johannesburg, and because I have been away in Cape Town since last Tuesday evening, and because I have not had chance to process any of the photos I took – not that I took too many – of the newest of my three grandsons, Gabriel, or of his parents Hayley and Jono, all I will say for now is that the little lad is a delight: alert, engaging, blue-eyed, a wriggler, and doted on to distraction by his adoring mum and dad.

Pending Gabriel pictures, here is a last batch of images from Paternoster, to keep you (I hope) on board with this blog.