Sunday afternoon grays

We took the backroad to Dullstroom, not because it misses out the most expensive toll road in the country, but because its beautiful and lonely and quiet. And, particularly today, wonderfully moody, atmospheric.
Now we're sitting in Harrie's Pancakes in Dullstroom after scoffing down a creamy spinach and mushroom pancake, also a Thai chicken one with chilli marmalade.
Now for a slice of carrot cake and stainless steel plunger filled with local coffee from Sabie.
I wisely spent this weekend resting, so that as of tomorrow I can take on my new challenges as the publisher of the newspaper, while working closely with Claire Taylor, our month-old editor. I sense great things in the pipeline...

Abstract baby gecko

Coffee and breakfast at Harrie's Pancakes in Graskop. I tried to photograph the baby gecko on the underside of the table, but failed miserably, also wonderfully. This abstract photo of a gecko is the result.
I'm also enjoying baking my bare legs in the hot sun.
Then a young male Jack Russell, with the prettiest face muzzled up against me and expected attention. Which I lavished upon him.

Graskop blues

Harrie's oh-so-famous Pancakes: an extraordinary foam covered cappuccino; the old chap at the table to my left looks like Grahamstown-based poet Don Maclennan; the three Gauteng bikers to my right are eating salads and health stuff, they are talking about the fact that Amazon doesn't courier books here via the SA post office anymore because the merchandise gets stolen. Talking of honesty and realted stuff, I also notice that three of their bikes, just in front of the open window, has silver duck tape stuck over digits of their number plates, one's gone so far as to cover two digits of his plate with a suprisingly clean white sweat band. This must be to avoid being trapped when metal-grinding past the cops and their cameras (I wonder what the guys in the post office doing all the opening and stealing of parcels war?).
Don gets up and is a most unlikely Don - he's very short and squat; it can't be him. Damn, because there's some compliments I wanted to pay.