A day of rambling out and about in Cape Town. Sundays are busy days on the glorious Cape Town roads so that driving alone, as I was, it was difficult to stop and take photos that do this magnificent city justice. You will just have to visit and see for yourself – this is just a ‘toe in the water’ so to speak
Never noticed this before 😳
Steenberg winery where my lovely cousin’s equally lovely daughter recently married is the first farm (1682) developed in the Cape. So beautiful.
and it is clear that there is only one way to end the week.
At the beach.
….leave the car and see where the path leads.
Which is exactly what I did one Sunday morning with some friends. We ambled along the pathway, together with so many other people, ambling along the pathway.
Well that is not strictly true 😀 Not everyone was ambling .
Some were running, 🏃seriously running, heads down, ear phones blocking out the world, bodies sweating, apparently oblivious of the everything around them. 🏃Others were cycling with a similar intent. Although I did wonder if their real 🚴purpose was to run over anyone who didn’t move out of their way, quick smart. (what happened to the idea of shared paths?)
Back to ambling though.
Some ambled with their dogs 🐩; and I found myself once more marvelling at how similar owners and dogs often were. Which begs the question who grew like the other? Will I get to look like Coco – alert, furry, handsome, happy or will she get to look like me? Not particularly alert, thinning in the hair and handsome departments. But happy 😜.
I digress. Back to the ambling.
Some ambled with their coffees. Whether it was the taste, the look or habit I cannot say, but there was a nonchalance about holding the throw away cup that yelled ‘modern’ ‘ melbourne’ ‘me’. I can’t help wondering how many trees, or lack of trees our ambling coffees are responsible for, and how do non coffee drinkers survive without this appendage.
And many just ambled, heads up, gazing around, feeling the breeze, the salt air, the energy, the sheer joy of a Sunday morning walk along the beach.
And just a suddenly, the path ’empties’ and for a moment or two, I felt like we were the only people there.
It wasn’t a bright hot day, rather a ‘moody’ day, not cold, just walking temperature.
And sitting watching the boats, the dogs, the children, the people drinking coffee kind of day.
Melbourne continues to sparkle and I am lucky to all it home. 
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