It does exactly what it says on the tin

I went for a wee run this morning to shake off the pork belly and wine. Off I went along the coast. There are little goat trails contouring along the hills, skirting cliffs above a raging sea. They do not call it the Wild Coast for nothing. It is wild. And it is a coast. In that respect it is a lot like Ronseal Quick Drying Wood Stain.

And goats there were along my run. They scampered in fear as they saw my impressive form wheezing towards them. I have to admit that I didn’t get the best of the spectacular scenery as I was concentrating on 3 foot space in front of me to avoid coming a cropper like Billy, who had gone into rigourmortis on the rocks below a 50 foot cliff. My mind turned to the braai we are having this afternoon, but I think he might be a bit ripe for that and I wasn’t exactly sure how to get to him anyway.

I didn’t go too far, but you reach isolation very quickly. The only bodies out are the odd fisherman. I am sure I could make a joke about that. I reached a nice wee sticky-out cliff and had a good sit down and a swatch at the sea. This is something that I could do for a very long time but breakfast called.

I have just been asked to take control of the egg phase of breakfast. Kim may be a very good doctor and a creative maker of shell and driftwood mobiles, but she is pish at frying eggs and she knows it. Muffin, bacon, eggs, black pepper. Kim likes to sully hers with tomato ketchup. And that is her right, of course.

Today’s braai is to consist of a grill balanced on rocks from the beach. Simple is, of course, besto. We have a chicken and we will verily flatten the bugger and get him well cooked.

Last night we watched ‘Dan in Real Life’. Dan in Real Life is not the worst chick-flick that I have ever watched. And that is about all that we say about that.