It’s one of those Cape days that’s a gift – a ridiculous blessing – a sneak-peak into Paradise. As long as you have shade.
And if you do, there’s no blue to match the polished sky, no sun more golden shining through oak leaves that filter away the UV, only leaving the nourishing warmth on your skin.
On cue there’s a tiny, tiny breeze – barely enough to shift a fruit-fly, but enough to fan little beads of sweat. We’re in the Company Gardens, seeing an old love in an old place on a new day – and it’s more than fine.

Signal Hill Winery