Sunset from the block house

There is a derelict block house on Slangkop mountain, which was built by the British during the Second World War.  It offers a stunning view over the Atlantic, and makes a perfect setting for watching the sun set.  It really looks as if the sun just melts into the sea and one sits for a while, not quite believing that this means that the day is over.  That's where everyone is off to now - Patrick, Sarah and Gabriel, and his sisters Cara and Nuala and Tessa.  There is a little contour path from the road up to the block house, and I like to imagine the soldiers walking up and down, perhaps on their way to the hotel for a drink on their day off.  I wonder whether any of the older residents remember the soldiers in the village.  I'll ask Hester Louw next time I see her - she's 80 and grew up in Hout Bay (the fishing village across Chapman's Bay). 

I made pancakes for them to snack on up there, with some wine and juice, and remember when we went up there with the late Father Smeets, the Catholic priest who married us and who was the prior at the local monastery.  Wine and sunsets and memories...