The last time I drove through the Cape on my own was more than twenty years ago. I did it often; always however, with an agenda, a business meeting at a winery, or a dairy, at a set time. Which meant, of course, there was little time to dawdle, to savour the views, to sit and ponder the beauty.
This Time, I had Time: as much as I liked, so I pottered.
Meandering back from visiting friends in Veldrif aiming for Cape Town and taking whichever road tickled my fancy: