Sitting on the edge of Muizenberg beach today, just looking across the bay, I see a young Border Collie running after his boy on the sand, then hurdle-jumping as he meets the surf. How that dog loves his people, but, oh, how he hates the water.

Your human habitation lies quietly beneath the shadow of your favourite mountains, but I’m looking at the bay you loved for you, Dad: there’s a stripe of grey haze beneath the Hottentot’s Holland range because there’s been no wind, but the incredible super-moon would’ve blown you away.