Pringle Peak

Friday morning kicked off with scurrying to get the caravan loaded and hitched before the rain came down, in buckets! With all hands on deck, we just managed success before it happened and down it came as we moved out!

So many thanks to Dawie and Shiela (and Noddy) for looking after us and spending such quality time. Much love to you all.

Heavy hearts all round as we departed for Pringle Bay. Like Arniston, Pringle has, for many different reasons, a very special place in my heart and DNA.

Back in the late 80's and early to mid 90's our regular sport/entertainment was snorkeling for Crayfish off the False Bay coast. This over the years became more than just that, an institution! We studied the weather, the Moon and the Sun, the currents and the exact times of the tides. We logged dives and Crayfish sizes. Dreamed and lived and loved every dive we managed to get in at Pringle. We laughed and shared, we drank and ate, we recalled practically every dip down amongst the thick forests of Kelp. We knew every nook and cranny (every Crook and Granny) as we called them! After years of diving for Cray's, we considered ourselves competent in every respect. Unlike the other Boys, Miles Hamilton-Brown and Johan Meyer who could pillage a full quota in a 2m square sea bed in minutes, we were less able and took a good afternoon or morning to eventually yield a successful innings. As apposed to the illegal poachers who could scrounge baby Cray's including women in berry and children, it must be said we played fair ball, every dive outing.

Driving into Pringle and down to the dive-site, was particularly rewarding, knowing that, when we could we did, and for now we wont or cant do it any more.

Pringle has exploded from the days we were here and has grown from a small hamlet to a village and soon even a town.
Back in the day, there was nothing. Now shops, bottle store, hair salons, Estate Agents and cute coffee shops and even boutique Mama n' Papa stores. Several roads are tarred and well maintained. A never ending battle between Baboon Huggers and their counters remains unresolved. Dune Lovers and their counters, likewise!

After all these weeks of successfully navigating, mainly rural South Africa, we got lost in urban Pringle Bay(?) It really has developed from the days of only a Public Toilet that has similar stories of mirth.

Eventually arrived at Gavin and Sandy, right on the Beach Front in Pringle Bay. Nothing between them and the smashing waves, except Cape Fynbos covered dunes and the beach. A complete 180° vista of another one of the most beautiful sea bays, anywhere in the world. Their original 'Diggs' elsewhere here in Pringle originally was, although basic and modest if not primitive to start with, overflowed with the usual 'Brown style' of a fishermans cottage, which it was meant to be. Then at the turn of the millennium, she got a glamorous face lift, converting the four walls into a beautiful boutique weekend cottage, that even Sandy loved and was proud of. Then Gavin, being a man of note, and in particular...projects, started getting itchy feet and not Athlete's! An additional, meager and empty plot was purchased down the road, still in Pringle.

As always, it feels so homecoming seeing Gavin and Sandy again after so many years. Their new house built in the sand and scrub, is nothing but completely awesome. Built of timber, large and with a sublime view of the entire False Bay!

.... my Editor is rushing me for urgent content and the pressure is killing me!!!

Love, Peace and Light
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