This weekend I went hiking with family and friends in the Hottentots Holland mountains above our town. It was a great to be out even though I was feeling a little under the weather and not at all fit. Towards the end of the walk in I told the others to go on and I sat and did this sketch. Our whole area has been ravaged by veld-fires this summer, many of them believed to be as a result of arson. There have been some days when our whole valley has been filled with smoke. So the landscape was all blacks and browns – with a tint of green as new shoots begin to appear. I thought of Carol’s story about needing a pallette of 64 shades of ash for the post-apocalyptic artist.
The mountain hut was under Landroskop. A ‘Landros’ is a Magistrate and ‘kop’ is ‘head’ or ‘peak. (is dit reg Cecily?) ‘That evening after sitting around a fire in the mountain hut I slept under the stars. We had a few drops of rain and I moved to a spot where I was sheltered but was eaten alive by mosquitoes so I went out again. At first I could not sleep and I lay looking up at the heavens. Then I realised I had been asleep and the Southern Cross rotated in the sky. And the next I looked the stars were fading and there was light in the eastern sky.