At last, a day for exploration of the region to the south.
Cragged crater remains, the barren rocky mountain peaks reaching to the heavens, whilst below a green carpet of low growing bushes stretched to the shoreline and managed to survive, despite the harshness of the coastal environment. Eucalypt trees introduced from Australia grew in patches here and there, whilst homes were tiered upon the steep sloping hillsides.
Kelp forests at Houts Bay provided a scrumptious delicacy for the seals that resided there. For the seals, the rocky shorelines were a perfect sanctuary from the white pointers that patrolled the waters in search of a tasty morsel.
Brightly coloured lighthouses were a stark contrast against the dull greens and browns of the landscape: a constant reminder of the cruelty of this coastline and the ship graveyard just off shore.
On occasional grassed patches, families and couples lunched upon the greens, the cragged mountain behind towering above as a mass of cloud commenced its downward roll.
Constant winds rocked the boats at Simon’s Town.