Rugby fans for life

I’m on a blogging roll tonight. I can’t believe I forgot about these photos.

Last December I went to Kleinmond with Caroline and Larni for a weekend of beach and river and wine and girl talk. As we were driving around the village looking at people’s gardens (sometimes with horror, sometimes with admiration, always critical) Caroline suddenly screeched and said there was something she’d been meaning to show me but kept forgetting.

Directing me through the streets we finally landed up here – the home of the Western Cape’s biggest rugby fans. The BIGGEST, by far. I’ve seen some fans and their gear and their enthusiasm and their loyalty before but this takes the cake and I challenge anyone to show a bigger display of loyalty and love for a game.

fans again

In case you don’t get it, the entire house and garden and bakkie are all decorated in province rugby decorations – even the roof is painted.
That’s Caroline striking a pose in blue – fitting for the environment, I think.


Note the lovely mountain – easy to miss with your eyes hurting so much at the sight of a bakkie decorated like that.

Fans 1

Both sides of the roof are painted like that – it’s visible from several streets away.
Note the balls on the pillars.

Fans 2

Very tasteful bull.
Note how the wall detail in Stormers stripes. There wasn’t a surface unadorned.

Fans 3

The Western Province red disa – emblem of all sports teams in the Cape.
This was in December, hence the tinsel, in team colour of course.

Fans 4

In case you hadn’t realised.

Post Big Hail Storm walk

After spending the whole weekend indoors listening to the storm,  waiting for the roof to cave in and feeling more sorry for the bored dog than myself, I couldn’t wait to go out today. When Vida saw me putting on my walking clothes she ran around like a mad thing in anticipation of action. I couldn’t wait to see what the Alphen Trail looked like after the storm. It’s full of old trees just waiting for a nudge before they fall over. The stream also promised to be interesting.


Here’s me in my glam walking clothes. Wellies, K-way fleecy/rainsuit two-in-one jacket, and sexy beanie that you can’t see – it’s best that way, trust me. I so don’t care what I look like on these walks, the dog loves me as I am and I stay warm and dry and that’s what counts.


The waterfalls didn’t fail to please – an absolute torrent of water for this little stream. Vida was not tempted to swim, for once.
I captured it from this angle by climbing a tree. Yeah, right.

waterfall 3

waterfall 4


Winter is here!


Autumn leaves turning into lovely compost

dead branches

These old branches will not all last the winter

fallen tree

As I expected, there was at least one branch fallen across the path

getting muddy

Sniff sniff in the mud


I don’t know how a dog can lose its halter – it’s a bit like finding one shoe, how???


This is my favourite view on this walk … the stream meandering.


The poor nasturtiums got hammered by the hail. The ones in my garden (all propagated by seeds taken on this and surrounding walks) look exactly the same.


A note to all accidental visitors:

I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

I am just a happy snapper, I have no special lenses or accessories, my camera is very simple and it's usually best to leave the setting on auto.

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