story in pictures

A cold and stormy weekend in Cape Town but with a bit of everything to make it great.  Entertaining friends, a fire and a curry on Friday night, an early morning hockey match in the freezing cold on Saturday morning - I was about to announce that hockey, like soccer is ridiculous because you watch for an hour and there is no score and before the words were out 3 goals were scored in 5 minutes, the final one with 5 seconds to go, instrumented by Kelly and making Rustenburg 2-1 winners over their main rivals, Herschel.

A Saturday girls lunch - with two honorary girls Kris and Nic - who eventually both grabbed a sofa, the remote, pretended to watch rugby but slept.  Kathy is about to leave for greener shores this week for 6 weeks so the farewell parties had to start.  Mexican food and drinks, wine and old brown sherry, 

decadent desserts and too much laughter - Mexican food does that to a person.  We tried, very hard to drag her off to our next engagement, but she needed to rest up.  Off we went, with our newly appointed sober driver, Michael (who was pretty sad about not being able to play 18 holes of golf).  This time another farewell family get together at my brother and Lucie's home.  Dave and Lucie are off to the UK again for a month.  A potjie was on the boil, the fires were burning bright and we sat snugly around their big dining room table, telling stories while the thunder and lightning raged above us.  There was gluwein, wine and 

It was quite a storm - and quite a party.

Sunday was still stormy and dark.   Michael and I decided on a drive to Sea Point and a walk along the promenade to see the stormy ocean.  The sea was not that stormy, we were the only two crazy ones out on the promenade in the howling wind and rain.  We must have missed the hail storm by minutes but it was home for a late lunch, to the fire and

While the sport channels ruled supreme with golf and cricket and tennis, I found a perch at the table in front of the fire with my artists pencils and sketch books. 

The tools

The subject and the source of inspiration

Now let me fill you in a bit.  I have a bit of problem with drawing to scale.  Others in the class always managed to fit their project onto the page, but I struggled.  My shoe filled the entire page and would have been a perfect fit for Gulliver (never mind belonging to petite Annie's size 3 foot).  So my teacher gave me a present at the end of the course (I think I could maybe have been her "pet").  It was a really huge sketch pad, so I may have met my match.

Top half

bottom half

Ooops - Maybe it is directly in proportion to the size of the sherry glass??