Morgan Bay is a small coastal
resort up the coast from Haga Haga (where I stayed a couple of weeks ago). It
has a beautiful long stretch of beach on the one side and rocky cliffs on the
other. We used to camp here when I was a child and I’ve been visiting off and
on over the years.
The school holidays have just finished and the place
is virtually deserted. There is a totally different relaxed feel about the
place out of season.
My brother-in-law and hi brother-in-law (not me) would
go fishing before breakfast, after breakfast and after lunch. They caught
plenty of fish, all from the cliffs, but unfortunately none from the beach when
we were watching. This led me to speculate that they may have been visiting a
local fish market (if there was one). Fresh fish is absolutely delicious. I
followed the ladies routine… late lie in, breakfast, walk the dogs along the
beach to the fishermen after breakfast, back for lunch, a short nap and perhaps
another afternoon stroll, then beers and supper. What a life!
After the debacle of the Cathcart golfing experience,
I decided not to take the clubs down to the sea.
The weather was superb again and I even wore my
swimming costume a couple of times, although I didn’t get wet. I think I was
way too spoilt with the 35 degree sea temperature in Dubai.
I finally got a call back from the company that
interviewed me and they are still interested in me. So I have a third interview
arranged with them for Johannesburg
at the end on July. Hmmm, decisions, decisions, decisions.
The day that I left for Cape Town, a cold front brought some much
needed rain and some snow to the farm (about 100 km inland).
