The yellowed leaves both beneath and upon this tree, just outside the Western Cape Records and Archive in Roeland Street, once the old prison, are for me the very first and early signs of autumn in the Cape.
I'm looking forward to endless amounts of moisture in the form of rain, and red wine, before a flame-licked hearth.
And less sunshine please, enough is enough, and despite the cattle on our beaches it really is not healthy.
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