Two minutes of freedom

A few days ago I was on the shore of a lagoon, peering down at what seemed to be thousands of tiny, dead crabs. The shells were no larger than my fingernail but most were perfectly intact, and I was wondering how the crabs had died when a hearty voice rang out. “They’ve moulted!” saidContinue reading “Two minutes of freedom”

We’ve been framed

In the middle of Cape Town’s Waterfront there stands a large yellow frame. Viewed from directly in front, it encapsulates a famous scene: the city, loomed over by a perfectly flat Table Mountain. To be photographed inside the frame is to capture the quintessential Cape Town image. There’s even a white X painted on theContinue reading “We’ve been framed”

Stop the news. I want to get off

When things are grim, I think of a letter I once read. It was written by an old, sad man to his favourite nephew. I forget the nephew’s name but the man’s name was Michelangelo and the note, translated from Italian, was dated some time in the early 1560s. A life of immense physical effortContinue reading “Stop the news. I want to get off”