I don’t know about others but when going on a journey; (or adventure as this is!) the day before leaving becomes entrenched with packing and other essential but unexciting diversions. This was the case yesterday. By noon I was ready to escape.
I hadn’t really done the world famous Kirstenbosch gardens justice when I visited on the Cape of Good Hope tour. 45 minutes to see these gardens is almost an insult! The gardens are nestled on the backside of Table Mountain and are supposed to have more species of plant life in them than the whole of the British Isles!
Now I am not a botanist but I am a lover of colour, formation and anything that looks good in the viewfinder of my camera. The weather wasn’t that great, windy and grey with a spattering of rain every now and then. I managed a good three hours walking around. The proteas are just starting to bloom. These flowers you sometimes see in expensive bouquets in the UK but they certainly won’t grow over there. They come in a myriad of colours and sizes and all look fantastic.
My body clock was telling me it was time for lunch (3.30pm yes it was!) so I headed to the Kirstenbosch tea rooms. And what a delight that was. The young man who served me was articulate, very pleasant and had voice that could have been put to use doing the trailers for blockbuster movies........”she was scared, she was alone, she had nothing. Then it happened!” When I asked him what the Rump steak was like he said “DIVINE” in a deep baritone voice.......now that’s not a word I hear often to describe a meal of any sort and with my aversion to overpromising and underdelivering I was on my guard! However I had been so impressed with the beef over here that I ordered the steak. It truly was DIVINE! Chargrilled and tender with a variety of vegetables chips and salad! It was just what I needed on this grey day. The tearooms certainly do the gardens proud and as mentioned staff here are very pleasant and customer focused which is fantastic