Turning A Weekend Into A Holiday

An extra day in Hermanus turns a weekend into a brief holiday. Thank goodness I pulled myself up by my winter bootstraps, put on the windbreaker, and flung my camera around my neck.  I took off to walk along the cliff path.  It’s a weekend of art in Hermanus, and what a delightful surprise to find plenty of parking and hardly a soul about. Weekenders will arrive later in the day, so I have the art virtually to myself.  The artists are still constructing some pieces, a rare sight, as we normally only see their works on display.  They’re an ordinary bunch like us!

The thin winter sunlight coaxed a family of dassies (rock hyraxes) out onto the warm rocks, and they sat there waiting to be photographed!

As I walked, my spirits lifted, and a sense of hope and renewal filled me; the gloom of the past couple of days lifted and evaporated from my mind like a hot flush gushing through my brain.  I remind myself to remember this, to take note.  Being in a comfort zone, on the couch, with my woolly slippers, hot chocolate, book and morbidity is just not on, and no matter how difficult it is to lift myself, I must do it; the rewards outweigh the Gomma-Gomma cushions of depression.

I doubled back through the village, enjoying the colourful, arty shops and displays, and counting my blessings when I saw despair sitting on a wall; even the dog had seen better days.

I should pat myself on the back; 61 days done. I’ve loved it, and my eyes have opened to a world way beyond just looking.  3,748 people read my blog last month; they spent above-average time reading and even browsed around at other blogs. I almost have 1000 unique visitors (regulars), and every day someone new looks in on my challenge.  I think it’s fantastic, and it makes me proud, inspiring me to soldier on.