justinafrika

I simply love your evocative images. Two of my fave memories are from that Swartberg Pass peak. Cycling up (edit: from Oudtshoorn on my Alpina) to camp solo in the snow on a clear full moon night twenty six years ago. Spectacular. Snow, clear full moon, solitude, it's still an almost surreally beautiful memory decades later. That pass is Thomas Baines' seventeenth and last, and most spectacular pass IMO. Looking down on a lightning storm in the clouds below us while picnicking at the edge of the forest on the Prince Albert side of the peak with my young kids, also after snow.

Judging by that day's sand sculptures and the shadows we must've simultaneously been in the same vicinity. A fave route is from Fat Tracks through the Baakens Valley through the harbour along the rail lines and then on the tidal line from the harbour wall to the beacon at spring low tide.

My stepdaughter thrived at what I suspect is the same school (near St George's Park), successfully finishing matric last year (like all her successful classmates, as you stated) while serving as a prefect. Brilliant school, brilliant SGB with wonderful achievements. Respect!