March and April are the best time of the year to visit Cape Town. It is still warm, but the wind starts to drop. And what better way to spend an evening than a picnic on the beach watching the sunset.
Just another lazy sunset on the lovely island of Aegina, Greece.
Continuing on the theme of taking photos on a run, here are two photos that I took of St James beach. I have run to this beach over 1000 times; it is generally by turning point on my mid-week runs.
The second photo was taken just a couple of days ago. It is the same beach in low-tide on a wind-free day. Doesn’t it look lovely?
And the first photo was taken about a week ago in a very windy high tide. Waves were crashing over the boardwalk between Muizenberg and St James beaches, and the beach was covered in water. I took this shot from the end of the subway onto the beach. The subway was flooded and covered and sand and shells.
It amazes me how the same places are constantly changing, and every time I pass the same places on the same running routes, it looks differet, or I see something new.
I took this photo from Muizenberg Peak, just above Lakeside. I see this mountain from my bedroom window, but it as a magic peak for a trail-run destination. My house is in the little suburb on the bottom left, just below the grass in front of the lake. The lake is actually an estuary that is fed from many of the rivers the flow off the mountain. It empties into the sea on the right, at Muizenberg beach.
Here are a few more pics from the run.
Part of the trail
I saw this written on the trail. Just something nice, and in a zen way – impermanent.
At the top of Muizenberg Peak
One of the things I love about going for early morning runs is that you have the entire world to yourself, and the day has that wonderful brand-new feeling; feeling you can sometimes literally smell in the air.
In this case, it was an early morning run along the main beach at Langebaan – there was no wind, it was lovely and cool, and it felt like I was the only person on the beach.
The tide was way out, and this little rowing boat was stranded high and dry, waiting for the tide to come in.