Played golf at 7:00 am, sank everything in sight. Lunch with the Mrs. at the fishing harbor at Kalk Bay -- ate fresh oysters, calamari, crayfish and sole. Drank some pretty good sauvignon blanc.
Walked it off for an hour or so on Long Beach over at Noordhoek. Sea and sky were competing for brightest blue.
Hit Steenberg Winery for a champagne tasting and some tapas on the way back home. The afternoon sunshine was practically liquid, dripping down the verdant slopes of the Constantiaberg.
(Oh dear, he's getting a little carried away, please tone down in final copy -- Eds. And can't we shop out that fucking construction tape? It's really not helping the ambiance. Plus, what's with the PARENTS BEWARE sign? Once you've had the little shits, it's already too late for you. Ha ha. Just free associating here. Have you noticed the tits on that new girl on the Metro desk?)