Today we set out early to explore a new part of the reserve. We left home as yet another cloud burst moved in….and with bucket-loads of optimism and determination, we drove on to Cape Point, windscreen wipers slashing away at the massive dollops of unseasonal November rain.
We left our car on the Olifantsbos road, donned our raingear and followed a little rocky track into the hills. As we set out, the big grey clouds sucked in their cheeks and gave way to wonderful warming sunshine.
We were off! A new path and a new adventure!
After about 45 minutes of gentle rambling, we reached Sirkelsvlei – a large freshwater body situated (oddly for a vlei) on a plateau which is higher than the surrounding landscape. What is rather odd about this beautiful inland ‘lake’ is that there is no obvious inflow, apart from surface trickle in winter. Apparently Sirkelsvlei rarely dries out. The secret lies underground. Springs bubble up from below….and water also feeds into it from nearby marshes.
It is also apparently home to loads of Cape terrapins. These endearing mud-loving creatures are seldom seen. I don’t need many excuses to rush back to this treasure of a spot…but to see some of these little guys popping up would be one of them!
The trail then leads you through awesome rock formations, chilled out bontebok (some with fresh-out-the-box babbas), ostrich and glorious Fynbos (jam packed with everlastings and pelargoniums and pincushions) until you pop out into the Olifantsbos car park ….and in our case, not a soul in sight!
After a hearty picnic and a chat about The Long Walk Home….we decided it would be best if Mamma ran back to fetch the car. What a joy to trot quietly along the road back to the bakkie…a peaceful 8 kays or so with bold tortoises crossing the road ahead and a warm salty breeze pushing me along…bliss!
Another heavenly day out in a place right on our doorstep.