I wouldn’t exchange either living in McGregor or being self-employed. Self-employment is feast or famine and sometimes means foregoing leave and/or time out. Not living in a major centre, near an airport, working on projects all over the country, and continuing to honour my commitments to a particular cause in Cape Town, has meant that I have had to learn how to take time out when I can.
One such occasion was in late summer. We were staying, as usual, at Oxford Cottage, our home away from home, where, in addition to being well looked after, we have “company” that makes us feel quite at home.
Having taken care of business, we decided to take a drive down to False Bay for a leisurely lunch. We like places that are a bit quirky and tend to shun franchise establishments and had been waiting for an opportunity to go back to Cape To Cuba. The Husband was particularly delighted to find the owner’s 1950’s Chevvy in the parking lot.
Not only did I manage to get The Husband to pose to next the car, but also spied an “original” snap of that Chevrolet in its heyday.
Cape to Cuba’s interior is as fascinating as the car: nooks, crannies and treasure chests.
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