My internet got hit by lightning (I know … yawn …again) and I was offline for more than two weeks while I waited for the telephone company to come and repair the line.
This was not necessarily all bad: I got my right eyeball badly sunburned in January. This can indeed happen, I was watering the garden on a very hot day, without a hat or sunglasses and – according to my eye-man – the glare from the water burned my eyes. It’s evidently something which often happens in the dessert. If you don’t believe me go have a look here. My eyesight seems irreparably damaged, so the enforced absence from the glare of the computer screen was a good thing.
This is not a picture of a burned eyeball; it is simply proof that I can operate my camera using only one eye:
I love Tandy’s dogs so much that I made an impulsive trip to Cape Town in early February to visit them. It was, of course, rather nice to spend some time with Tandy and Dave too. I like to think the dogs and their owners enjoyed my company as much as I did theirs. Molly certainly seemed happy to share my bed again:
These good friends have always gone out of their way to make my visits memorable, and this time was no exception. After they took me, to see the breathtaking estates of Uva Mira and Hidden Valley at the end of August, I considered myself pretty jaded as far as vineyards-with-a-view go. This until they took me to Waterkloof for a wine tasting.
I was blown away by the view and the unbelievable altitude.
The tasting room seems to hang on the side of the mountain.
I forgot that I have a morbid fear of heights and ventured to the top floor to see their private dining room. Once there, I froze and it took forever for me to inch my way downstairs, clinging to the walls and praying for my life.
The building is beautifully appointed, with an impressive art collection and a view over the open kitchen of French chef Grégory Czarnecki (“fuelled with a decade’s worth of experience garnered in some of the finest Michelin star restaurants inFrance”).
The chef was camera-shy, but I kept a dogged vigil.
The weather was furiously hot during my stay. So hot that my hosts took cold showers in the middle of the night and wine farmers, sympathetic to their birds, left their sprinklers on throughout the day.
I must go now, to try and catch up with my blog friends. This will not be easy and my sore eyeball will not thank me: you lot posted 783 posts during my absence.
Many thanks to those who emailed me to ask if I was OK. I do adore the blog world.
I will be back soon to relate the story behind the best meal I have ever eaten.