Silk Rememories

Yay, a weekend away! I took Monday off, so spent the morning packing and showing my domestic, Lindiwe, the art of folding t-shirts. She was greatly impressed, and gave me a funny look.

Jan took the opportunity for a last Monday Moms at Canal Walk, since she’ll be at work (dread) the next time it runs. We left for Brittania Bay at about 4pm, having jiggered Jamie’s feeding schedule up completely. We jiggered our own feeding schedules too by buying the most heavenly farm-bread at the start of our journey. Restraint was exercised.

It was dark and cold arriving, so no West-Coast flowers were seen, but our by-now familiar hostess was warmly welcoming and we were treated to a delicious home-cooked meal – mussel and mushroom soup, followed by a roast, a bredie, veggies and a snacks-tray. And some very nice Red.

Tuesday started – as tradition dictates – with a large breakfast. Jan and I promptly set off for a walk to ease our Collective Cholesterol Conscience. This little holiday was also the subject of a movie, so at all times the camera was rolling on this, that and the next thing. Haven’t checked footage yet, but expect it to be fun.

As an aside, Jamie has been extremely funny the last few days. We suspect he’s teething, so he’s had his index finger in his mouth the entire time. Even when feeding him solids or whatever, he’s got this half-open mouth and a pink finger! Shame, and I think he got his first dose of sun while watching the Wild Dagger driving the beach – rookie parents forgot to suncream his face. Although it didn’t take long to clear, so maybe we’re off the hook!

Supper was ultimately the highlight, and was our usual visit to Shelley Point’s Cattle Baron, on the far side of the bay. Annually, I’ve indulged in the finest Chateaubriand, and this year I convinced my wife to join me. It was superb as always, and the evening away from Jamie was a welcome treat. We relaxed, safe in the knowledge that Lucille (our B&B host) would call if he peeped.

And peeped he apparently had. Loudly. For a while. Eventually, she had put one of Jan’s shirts into the cot, and he turned his lights off again. Cunning for a first-timer. Lucille, I’m pleased you had a good story to tell your friends!

Anyway, today, Wednesday is Jan and my four year anniversary. It’s an amazing thought, but I wouldn’t change anything for the world. We lurked in the morning, repeated our breakfast fix, and set off around lunch time for Langebaan, via Jakobsbaai. We’ll be holidaying there with my folks in two weeks, so that’s gonna be fun. The flowers were really pretty, and rounded off a really nice holiday.