The grass is griz. The parental taxi has just returned from a drive through Camps Bay, where traffic has clogged the roads, and flocsk of people crowd the beach, where I was struck by the blindingly obvious. Winter is over. Summer is nigh.
So very Cape Town: at the very moment that the whining about the cold and damp reaches a deafening pitch, it’s over.
Sorry for the old pic, taken from Lions Head, showing an empty beach, but it proved impossible to stop and record the mayhem.
