New Floor in the Riviersonderend House

The floors in our house in Riviersonderend were rotting so we needed to replace them. Follow us on a floor replacement journey with Tertius and Reggie.
Starting the lift.


The dry rot is easily seen here:


Building the pillars and cutting the joist holes


Bitumin and plastering.

Then sand and more bitumin

Plastic and lime, then the bearers


Nearly finished the bearers

Finishing touches

And it was snowing outside.

Birding on the Symphonia

We went on a cruise with 2000 other birders looking for pelagic birds.

We got some really great shots and had a really good time. We left Cape Town in the late afternoon

Lions head and Table Mountain

The sunset was marvelous

Then next day, the birds

And then back again.

There is a video here

 

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Casspir Project – SA National Gallery

Amanda and I ended up going to the SANG today and found the most amazing military vehicle. A Casspir, completely covered in bead work with a Bible quotation to justify the work. Absolutely beautiful, and in another sense horrible.
You decide.
Photo credits to Amanda and I as I am not sure who shot which image.

But first a description of the art work by the gallery

 

No Inspiration – Creative Block

The recent death of Judith Mason reminded me of and image she created Not Being Able to Paint in 1992 and it reminded me of the blank moments in my creative career. She sits facing us, hands over-sized, thumbs on the wrong side of her hands, eyes closed, almost grown over with skin, almost unable to move. So RIP Judith Mason who expressed without words the horror of creative block.

 

Wolfberg Cracks

This page old and a repeat from 2004. It is dedicated to the people who helped me fulfill a dream. I climbed up to the Wolfberg Cracks and went through the most spectacular of all of those cracks.

Who are those people?
My sons who cajoled me, blackmailed me and helped me to do the round trip.
Who allowed me to stand on their broad, young shoulders to get through the bits I would never have achieved alone.

My ISIS colleagues and their partners who egged me on, who pulled me through, yelled at me to suck my stomach in and left me in no doubt of their support.
Thank you one and all.
Special thanx to Dave who put it all together and got it all going.

Ok, now follow me into heaven and hell!

We stayed over in the chalets below the mountain Friday night.

Saturday morning, we were up bright and early.

“An hours walk! No more. Three hours for the round trip.”

Those little slits you see at the top of the mountain. Those are Wolfberg Cracks.

After two hours serious slog on a thankfully cool morning, we reached the mouth of the narrowest and most beautiful crack. Who is the “WE”? This is US.

On the inside of the crack looking out.

And in we go. Julia doing a fancy step in the middle ground.

Mike and I taking a breather. Actually, Mike being patient, while I catch my breath.

Yes you do have to go in there and yes, the spare hand is attached to another human further in the crack.

Stepping back and looking at the thing again.

Julia going in first. I had my first SERIOUS misgivings here.

Richard emerging from the crack.

You do actually emerge in one piece. And if you are wondering, yes I did that too.

Here is Dave, he did the round trip twice!

From here on in I will let the pictures tell the tale!.

Front to back: Julia, me, Mike and Richard

Yes, it is me and I am STILL on my feet. Only just, but still on my feet.

And it gets narrower!

And more difficult. That is Fred in the the red teeshirt doing impossible things with his legs, arms and back.

Mike and Julia, posing.

Sunday Relaxation. Maalgat, cold water and huge jumps.

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