Skemertyd op St. Helenabaai
Just south of Piketberg we took Route 399 west towards Velddrif and the Atlantic Ocean. Two months prior to our visit we rented a house on the beach in St. Helena Bay where we met up with M’s brother and sister and their spouses for a 4 day family reunion. It was lazy days and long evenings of sightseeing, braais (BBQs) goods eats, tasting local wines, walks on the beach and exploring the peninsula. En gesels en gesels… catching up after not seeing each other for many years. It has been 7 years since I last visited South Africa.
Ah, just to be next to the sea again. For most of the time the bay was unusually calm, protected by dolosse and the lay of the land. You could hardly hear and seldom saw breaking waves. Only after the 3rd day, late in the evening, long after midnight, after everyone already went to bed, while I was sitting outside, alone, sipping on a brandy, smoking a cigarette and making notes on my Blackberry, did I hear the breaking of the waves, sometimes accompanied by the squealing of sea birds. It was spring tide that night and every now and then I would see a flashlight from someone out on the beach trying to secure his small boat against the rising high tide. On this stretch of beach, known as Hannasbaai, between the fisherman’s harbor in the northwest and some ruined buildings and the stone foundations of a long-gone jetty in the southeast the beach was sort of secured so people left their small dingies and kayaks on the beach, just outside the reaches of the high water level. But that night, with high tide moving in, more secured measures were required to tie them down.