Kirstenbosch 17 June 2015

It was wonderful to be back in Cape Town, despite the fact that my arrival coincided with the first of the winter storms and at least half my friends were gallivanting around the world! The timing of my visit could have been better. But, as always, between the crappy weather there are always those beautiful days that Delphi calls "Emerald days".  Ann, who had also been gallivanting, but only inland, suggested that we meet at Kirstenbosch.

Almost 10 000 km's to Kew, it felt like it.

When you are away you forget the impact of familiar places. Entering the gardens feels like being in my own garden, just better. Home doesn't have a fountain or a Dylan Lewis sculpture. The strength and beauty of the work in that setting, unsurpassed.

We walked and talked all around the garden, catching up on all the family news and ended on the Boomslang. As it was midweek we had the walkway to ourselves. The views from here are always spectacular.

Ann, hiding behind a hat and glasses.

A very happy camper, really glad to be home but a little bit chilly.













Then, on to the tea room for the best scones in the southern hemisphere. Actually the food at the tea room is great, just ridiculously expensive.