Winter at the beach - blue skies with wisps of cloud high above. Black rocks on Blouberg beach and shoals of mussel shells to hunt through, picking out the iridescent shards worn to jewel brightness by the waves.
Rocks and rock pools to explore, provoking the anemones to defensive closing by dropping unsuspecting sea snails on them. The girls were sure they were eating them, until I said they closed tight because they were frightened. Now we have to look up what they do eat.
You need dark glasses to catch a ball in the bright sunshine.
And the water is too cold to do more than paddle in the shallows... but then the water's too cold on this Atlantic coast in summer too.
Our reward for surviving a week of rain and mountains of laundry - a few jewel-bright days of sunshine and clear skies. One reason why we like the winter better than the summer here. In summer the wind blows too strongly on this beach in the afternoons, scouring your skin and saving you the trouble of exfoliating.We're back home in the evening chill now getting ready to light a fire and snuggle up for a cold night with hot water bottles and a DVD.
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