On the Boardwalk

I'd been intending to go out just before sunset with my camera but a strong disinclination to move from the deck lounger and abandon my book, delayed me until I realised that the sun was disappearing fast.  It still surprises me how quickly I can grab everything I need and hurl myself into the car when needs be.  To the west the sun dazzled just above the edge of the mountain.

A boardwalk meanders its way down to the beach, convenient for visitors but also necessary to protect the fynbos, large and small.

A close up of one of the white flowers from the shrubs on the right.

These are the sort of tiny plants that the boardwalk protects.  Several weeks ago I was thrilled to discover one growing just in from the side of a road.  I set up tripod and camping stool, got my sister to hold a piece of cardboard to shade the flower from the sun and deflect the wind.  All that trouble and now the little suckers were springing up everywhere.  They really are small, no more than half to three quarters of an inch in length.

Returning up the boardwalk I noticed how the return view is often as good or better than the one which initially attracted me.

Occasionally I had to step off the boardwalk to let people and their dogs, out for their sunset walks down to the beach, pass by, and this is when I noticed this interesting plant.  I'm not sure if it's the white flower shown above once all the small pieces have fallen off.  I'll have to consult the fynbos book.

Leaving the carpark I noticed the distinctive silhouette of  a stone pine tree backlit by an apricot-flushed cloud.

The last gleam of the setting sun gilding the distant ranges and leaf tips of the fynbos before slipping behind the mountains.