Sunday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day a big storm swept through Cape Town. I think you were also expecting a lot of rain in Swellendam. Last night there were some very strong winds and a massive clap of thunder woke me up at 2am. There has been a lot of flooding and damage in the informal settlements.
It was quite a blustery in the morning. At lunchtime, we decided to go for a drive. We needed some shopping, so went to Fish Hoek first and then took a meander across to Kommetjie. I planned to get some walking in and thought that maybe we could walk to Kommetjie Lighthouse. We stopped for hot drinks and by then it was raining, so we drove on before stopping to enjoy them on the roadside just before Scarborough. Foamy water…
Looking towards Misty Cliffs…
Mike enjoying the full windy, rainy effects. 
We had a very dry June with hardly a winter to speak of so to have a typical Cape storm has been a change. We came home via Red Hill and relaxed. I still hadn’t done any walking, so reminiscent of Arona, I donned my raincoat and off I went. I felt fully English walking to the village to buy milk (which I had forgotten to get earlier). There was plenty of rain about with a river running down our stairs to the street. Down the road, drains were bubbling over…
I walked to Fish Hoek down Simon’s Town Road passing the view of the barrel…
After shopping, encouraged by a break in the rain, I came home via a very quiet beach…
Seagulls foraging…
The cat walk was entirely deserted. I passed absolutely no one which must have been a first for me. Not a single soul on the entire cat walk. I was followed by a few flashes of lightening and rolls of thunder. I did one good deed, in that one of the pink NSRI life saving buoys had been blown off its hook. I retrieved that before it disappeared into the sea. Hopefully, I secured it well enough to not dislodge again. I dashed over the bridge and scuttled up Sunny Cove steps, up the hill and home. The stairs had dried out and there was no longer a waterfall. Not so now though. I’m sure the water is gushing as it’s been pouring down over the last half hour. I’m under a blanket on my rocking chair and this is my view…
The biggest concern with this size frontal system and volume of water is the terrible flooding and devastation in the low lying areas of the informal settlements. Rain is forecast the entire week, so the City’s Disaster Management will have their hands full.
Psalm 5:3
In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂