Saturday Morning Market doth not many boxes of Ouma’s Breakfast Rusks buy. So I went to Cape Town to reintroduce my being to work. W.O.R.K. Heavens to Betsy! My village mellow was well and truly destroyed. But it did give me the chance, in between nocturnal enslavement at The Argus and shards of sleep, to photograph things other than sheep, rivers, mountains, birds, butterflies, children running barefoot and freely in paradise and the most beautiful woman in the village. You might want to check these out…
I hear Seth Rotherham has a pair on order. But Aubrey got there first.
Love the dresses, love the hairbunches, love the little girl…
There was this incredible woman on the train. She looked like a prima ballerina who had fallen on hard times. I thought her shoe and rose worked well together…
There was music in the air…
Sometimes you only have to look up…
My friend Helen has this bunny in the window…
h…@kimberley4blog1-484×319.jpg” alt=”” width=”484″ height=”319″ />I had a “Gem” of a time at The Kimberley. Boy, that pub has personality. And personalities.
Back to the train… and the best of British.
I wonder where they took their kitten for the day?
Sleep Purple
Another railway sleeper…
I followed Cape Town’s yellow tile road to the Open Book Festival…
… and, on the way, I thought this late-afternoon sliver of light quite poetic…
… until my ears were caressed by the exquisite prose of the mercurially wordful Isobel Dixon.
After all that, light relief…
So it is. So it is. Pics: Hatman Photography
Fred Hatman (AKA Howard Donaldson) knew he wanted to be newspaper journalist at age 13. He has worked as a reporter and sub-editor for the Daily News and Cape Times, both based in South Africa and Wimbledon News, Today, London Daily News, The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph and the Daily Mirror, all based in London .
