I didn’t get to the beach this trip.
A big disappointment.
But the whole of the Cape is so beautiful so you will get a few photos.
On Sunday the family and I had breakfast overlooking False Bay.
After breakfast they went off to scatter her ashes in the bay.
I didn’t go.
I had a feeling Marylou might make a plan to get me to join her.
I am not quite ready to go yet.
And I had visions of being eaten by a huge shark.
Her neighbour should be very afraid.
Marylou can get VERY angry.
While they were scattering the ashes I booked my seat online.
Which saved us about half an hour.
Seeing we left at four thirty in the morning this 30 minutes was precious.
However, I forgot something.
When I booked online to go down there they e-mailed me the booking pass.
When I booked online to come back I just printed the boarding pass that came up.
It did not have a barcode.
I got to the airport and stood in a horrendous queue.
Only to find my boarding pass was no good.
So I had to rush over to the airline counter.
Where they couldn’t find my name.
They eventually found me and issued the pass.
Back to the terrible queue.
By the time I got through security there was about five minutes to boarding.
And I was nowhere near the gate.
It is official.
I am too old for running.
And, definitely too old for this sort of stress.
Anyway, eventually got to the correct gate.
Where, thankfully, there were quite a few people still waiting to board.
We landed at seven in the morning and we went straight home to fetch my car.
And I went off to work.
I was so exhausted I slept for a couple of hours in the afternoon.
And was asleep by eight that night.
Old age is not for sissies.