Our Trisha, Bill, Callum and Mary days are becoming numbered as they’re soon to jet off to Hong Kong on their next leg of their sabbatical so we made the most of a sunny and work free day by visiting the West Coast National Park.
When we entered the park we didn’t expect to see too many animals as the reserve is more focused on plants and birds (that we probably don’t appreciate enough to be honest) but we quickly spotted ostriches, a few different types of antelope and about 20 tortoises. I don’t know how the tortoises avoid being squished by passing cars as we had a few near misses. I had to resist the urge to pick up a tortoise and take one home, I’m totally deprived of a pet 😦 Scones at a cafe confirmed our thoughts that South Africans like their scones to be stodgy while exotic looking birds stalked our table and ate our leftover crumbs as we admired the amazing scenery. The waitress told me how it was a popular wedding venue; there was a cute water feature, outdoor benches with flowing white curtains, beautiful archways, an altar (convenient!) and a stunning view of the lagoon. A wedding isn’t on the cards (don’t worry dad!) but I’d love to have a massive party there.
Most of the day was spent on a deserted beach. The sand was almost like quicksand, the sea was perfectly clear, there were arches made of the rocks and in the distance you could see flocks of flamingos. I got closer to them and loved seeing them up close and it was cool to see them fly off; the underneath of their wings was even more pink than their bodies. Bat and ball, countless games of catch and watching the workers throw a dead shark back into the sea concluded our beach day. We headed back to the pretty restaurant for dinner. I don’t know if it’s because we were starving or because the food was genuinely fantastic but we all praised our meals very highly. I ate mussels with a peppadew and mayo sauce with chips and it was the best meal I’ve had all year, the type of meal that I could re-eat over and over again.
We reluctantly left the park at 6:01 (the gates shut at 6, oops sorry.) and travelled through a strange fog which prompted car stories about fog; think Hermonie, Ron and Hagrid in the forest with a talking Chihuahua. No decent evening is complete without lemon meringue pie and a large amount of Dairy Milk chocolate so we added back all the calories lost through running around on the beach, perfect.