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So it’s that time of the year again in Cape Town when some of us are actually sneakily looking forward to the coming winter. I know it sounds like sacrilege in a city in which the mountain and sea and outdoor living is a religion, but there is a lot about winter that you just have to love.
I love fireplaces as that constantly smell of burnt wood and the fact that you can drink about 10 cups of tea a day and no one thinks you are strange. I love taking a walk in Newlands forest with a vague risk that it might start pouring with rain. I love going to Rafiki’s and watching the Super 14 rugby with hundreds of others who found a good enough reason to venture out in the cold. I love drinking red wine around a dinner table with friends listening to the rain outside. I love soup. I love driving through the huge piles of brown leaves. I love thick coats, scarves and a pair of cosy Ugg boots. I love the way that sometimes Table Mountain just disappears for days on end and then all of a sudden you wake up and the sun is out and the mountain is there, and just for that one day the whole of Cape Town pretends it’s summer again. We are out and about. Climbing the mountain, cruising through markets, shops and street side cafe’s, we even go to the beach and watch the sunset. We have braai’s while the rugby is on and walk around in flip flops, shorts and t-shirts. Sometimes we sit around the pool and even just watch the mountain and the sun. On days like this its about the white wine and sunglasses.
This I have to say is favourite part of winter in Cape Town, the days when we are reminded for a brief moment of just how good the summer is going to be. This excites us. Without winter summer would almost just become boring and that essential winter season is coming.
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