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A Midsummer's Day in Cape Town
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- Written by Ursula Wilbraham
Wrtitten by Hendré Barnard
Wellington is not a place known for comfortable temperatures at any time of the year; today was no different. It was the day of my camp and I was ready! So was the colossal ball of conflagration known as the sun. Instantly, upon leaving the cool comfort of an air-conditioned car, I was slammed by a wall of stifling heat, void of any humidity. Like a child having to leave for school in the morning, I trudged over the crunchy sand to heave the many well-worn bags into a fleeting spot of blissful shade, taking each chance to drown my rapidly parching throat in horrifyingly lukewarm water. By the time we had finished unpacking the sweat was gleaming off me like a mirror in the sun, soaking into my shirt in a similar fashion to how my eyes were absorbing the unspoiled landscape placed before me. Vast stretches of verdant trees on one side, the charcoal skeletons of their unfortunate brethren on the other. It was a quiet bliss, only spoiled by the crunching of boots on the hard-baked ground beneath me.
Birds chattered in the distance as a light breeze picked up, gracing us with a gentle touch laced with a cloud of fine dust which adhered to our gooey skin. Aromas of sand invaded our nostrils, reminding us of just how barren our campsite was. A rocky patch nestled between several rugged pine trees was the location for a pioneering table to be built. Lashings were made and tightened to the point of gruesome cracking noises from the smooth wooden staves and grunts of pain from the raw rope burn on my hands. The completed frame looked wonderful, but it still needed a table on top! Heaving with my upper body I lugged the scorching grey metal table with its creaky legs onto the frame and viola, our workspace was finished and the reflection glared in the waning summer sun.
Orange light spilt through the skies as the sun plunged below the wooded horizon and the air settled down allowing the gentle scent of pine trees to fill the air. The comfort of sagging temperatures was almost immediate, sighs of relief were released all around. A vote was held about swimming, and a unanimous result led to us trekking up the hill towards the dam. Clapping flip-flops followed us up the steep slopes which exerted some strain on our weary legs. But it was all so worth it because nestled between emerald green trees, was our rounded reprieve. A grey cement dam illuminated by the filtered sunlight of dusk. Kaploosh! The sound of a tremendous splash filled the air when we all barrelled into the murky water. Every inch of skin enveloped in a cool watery blanket in which we couldn’t see a thing but could feel the coarse cement bottom under our toes. Sweaty slime was purged from our bodies in the aqueous abyss in which we were immersed, gentle ripples lapped against our sun-kissed shoulders and echoed against the low walls of the pond.
Once the sun had all but disappeared beyond the trees it was time to get out. A whispering breeze rustled the trees and sent icy shivers racing down our spines. In the empty darkness of dusk, we wrapped woollen towels around our dripping bodies as we quietly chattered on the slow walk back to camp over the parched ground. You could never ask for a more perfect day in Cape town, shrouded between aromatic pine trees that danced in the wind to the lively symphonies of crickets. That was the last thing I could think of before I gave in to the cosy comfort of my sleeping bag…
1st Durbanville Pack wins the Edward Shield
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- Written by Ursula Wilbraham
The 1st Durbanville Cubs outdid themselves when they won the annual regional Edward Shield competition in the Strand.
