Cape Town is commonly known as the Cape of Good Hope, but also as the Cape of Storms. After storms in various areas in the Western Cape this week, it only makes sense that the weather is so grey and overcast. The clouds are completely covering Table Mountain.
Photo taken in the height of lockdown to document the emptiness of a once full of life Tea Room.
A tearoom is unable to open due to the Covid-19 restrictions. A table that should be filled with laughter and conversation now sits empty and isolated.
The Bear Lake, the largest heliothermal salt lake in the world. A really good place for long walks and it’s a family-friendly space. You can visit other smaller lakes in the area too.
“Check the metre Mrs Robin. What’s the hourly rate for birds?”
Not sure who he stole the packet of crisps from, but this chap carried the packet to a pool, dropped it in to soften the crisps up, then pulled them out to eat. That crow definitely has the smarts!
“Ratty, I really don’t know what the neighbourhood is coming to!” cried Toad. “I agree,” moaned Mole, “It’s a bit bad when even the squirrels leave their rubbish behind after a day out at the falls.” “We’d better go and see Badger,” said Ratty.
Autumn in Australia. I’m on holiday during the lock-down, and out walking through the pathways of dead leaves, I thought of their former glory. I sought not to let you pass away, so with brush a of gold I raised you in artful form, lest eyes your beauty forgets
Perfect white petals, Surround a pure golden heart. Spangled green carpet.
I noticed the delicate English bluebells had started their short season in my local woodland, which is actually called “Bluebell Wood”.
This is the viewdeck of Belvedere on top of Fertig Hills at the foot of Mt. Malindang Range Natural Park. Belvedere is an Italian word for “Fair View”. It is located at a neighboring place called “Tangub city”, a 5-hour trip from my place. It offers a perfect 360-degree view.
Goldfinch You chitter chatter everyday, I’ve no idea what you say. Your song to me is like a balm, My racing mind begins to calm. You flit and jig so I can see, Your perch high up there in my tree.