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Mist shrouds the coastline |
“The mist lay thick
over the Peninsula at 7o’clock on Saturday morning, the outside temperature
reading 6.5 degrees, but not a breath of wind. We wound our way through the
mist up Kloofnek Road (in the car) to be greeted in the car park by lots of
smiling faces in glorious sunshine. We took a few moments to cast our eyes over
the Cape Flats and Atlantic Ocean, which were covered in mist. The day could
surely not get any better……or could it? It was great to have Peter back, and we
were treated to his usual questions……”whistle”?......”yes”, said (almost)
everyone……”water”?......”yes”, said (almost) everyone etc etc. Allow me to
digress for a brief moment……one day, in the not too distant future, Peter will
ask you all to take your whistles out and blow them, then we’ll see who has a
whistle…….seriously, please all ensure that you have (at least) a whistle,
water, warm clothing and a cellphone (more about the cellphone later) with you
when you are on the mountain. So, without further ado, 26 of us were off
running at exactly 7.30am, 25 bodies haring after Julian, who was doing his
usual Usain Bolt impersonation along the Pipe Track. Things progressed rather
swimmingly, with a few uneventful regroups (apart from Mike informing us that
there are only 3 types of people in this world, those who can count and those
who can’t), until an hour or so into the run, when a group of us were in the
vicinity of Corridor Ravine. Julain’s cellphone rang, he answered it, and it
was Gaeleen (on her 61
st sortie), who had originally phoned Jackie,
who had then phoned Julian, who had asked Jackie if she could phone Gaeleen to
phone him……something to do with the reception (or the receptionist)……short
story long, we are left wondering whether Julian “did his usual”, or whether
Gaeleen and her sub-group decided to give the “stairs” a miss……or indeed,
whether Gaeleen was missing Julian’s company and just wanted to have a little
chat to her beloved. Then it was back down the “stairs” to the waiting mob and
a sprint/trot/jog/shuffle/plod (delete where applicable) along the Pipe Track
to the car park. No incidents to report, lots of other people enjoying the
mountain, a fantastic morning out , with a great bunch of regulars, plus a few
very welcome newcomers.”
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quick regroup |
David
Bywater
With thanks to Jackie for the photographs
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Theresa pounds up the path |
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Gaeleen in hot pursuit of Julian See text! |
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Group photo |
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Nog n blaaskans |
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Alan, Julian's brother explains what the cell calls were actually all about |
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