Easy for you to say ........not.
To be strictly correct it's more like Farkgh-e-leck-en. Gutteral from the back of the throat.
Anyway, it's an iconic SA vineyard established in 1700, waiting patiently for 315 years for my birthday picnic. And what a picnic they put on for a pensioner. Many thanks V.,/-&£@!,?"'n.
Thanks also to Dave and the British government for paying. 1st pension!
Next day, Table Mountain. Yes, Table Mountain. I remember seeing it in primary school geography books back in the 50s. Malham Cove on steroids. And back then, way beyond a dream to stand on top of it.
No table cloth. It was cloudless with a sublime 360 degree vista.
Can't beat being born lucky.
Even better, it turns out our tour rep is a very decent driver with an encyclopaedic knowledge of his way around the Southern Cape. Not a foot wrong amidst all the traffic.
'Top marks Stirling Coy'
Italian ice creams, Chapman's Peak coast road heading for home.
Thereafter, Pick 'n Pay supermarket . T-bone, Porterhouse and rump steak, chicken kebabs and sausages for the bbq.
Linda went grey.
" Are you sure we can afford this ?"
"That's a fortune in beef !"
All mightily concerned approaching the checkout.
Proved to be a decimal point in the wrong place. £30 in total with 4 bottles of red and other stuff thrown in.
Linda became normally complexioned.
Alistair's T-bone, by the way, had its own post-code. Very large. Very meaty.
Hard to beat a good barbi, looking out at majestic mountains.
This may be paradise.
Elder Brother
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