Talk about changeable!
Woke this morning to broken cloud and about 21degrees so we spent an hour on the lawn soaking up the rays between clouds, then down to Bertha's for breakfast - and then it rained!
We had provisionally booked a guided walk up on to Table Mountain but its cloth was on today so there was no point. So instead we'd made the decision to take a walk at Cape Point - the place where two oceans meet - the Atlantic and the Indian oceans. So after a 20 minute drive we found ourselves in the piss-pouring rain at the Cape of Good Hope!
Mind you it was still 21 degrees.
As they say in San Francisco - if you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes or walk ten blocks - well we didn't have to do either because less than five minutes after we parked the car the rain stopped and the humidity rose!
I persuaded Kate to take the walk along the cliff top to the Cape of Good Hope but I was conscious of her caution as there were signs everywhere saying BABOONS! Are dangerous wild animals - do not feed! And we'd seen one already, loping along the main highway en route to Cape Point. Bloody huge it was - with massive teeth.
We were unmolested by baboons on our walk but we did see rock hyraxes, fur seals and lots of lizards.
Then we returned to Simon's Town, had dinner at The Meeting Place and took a stroll on the evening sun (by now it was well into the upper 20s) and sauntered onto the Simon's Town jetty to see a young fisherman battling to bring ashore a gigantic - and I mean gigantic - stingray. The wingspan must have been at least 5 feet - you could see it surfacing occasionally...then the line went slack and he'd lost it - a good 20 minute battle - lost.
So now we're say on the veranda overlooking Simon's Town sipping yet more wine - we've worked hard for it and we're just starting to relax properly - what a country.