Thursday, 24 July 2008 The mist has been hanging for days now, a twilight zone. One can hardly make out any land mark as the mist seems to wrap everything in a fine gauze film. Every now and then the sun manages to burn a hole in the

Monday, 21 July 2008 It was just after 5AM in the morning as we slowly slid out of Cape Town harbour aboard Eve, a beautiful power yacht. The full moon hanging over the glass like ocean, hardly a swell as we majestically cut a line through the gun

Monday, 21 July 2008 I spent much of the day running on my own at the base of the cliffs along the beach. The NW wind , howling down my back, gently pushing me down the beach. Gulls and Cormorants effortlessly gliding into the wind, hanging as if

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a good morning session, the rain now a thing of the past and we were running a fairly firm sand track. The warm afternoon sun baking nicely on our backs, but a cold southerly wind was picking up from the front.

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a really frustrating day of waiting to get permission for an escorted passage through the diamond mine area. There were fears that if we could not get through, we would be caught up in flash floods from the unrelenting rain of

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Our day had ended on the Farm Brazil. Here we met a really special family, Rocky, his wife Karen and their little daughter Jesse (who was asleep at the time). We were invited into there home situated and one of the most picturesque points

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a long hard slog along the coast, deep sand interleafed with really jaggered rock out crops. Occasionally we would be rewarded with a few hundred meters of hard flat beach. Our running had now frizzled out into a plod, our legs

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 I heard excited chatter and shrieks coming from over the dune as we got ready to start our morning run. Looking up I saw a group of people walking towards us, awash with colour and leading the charge was a tiny figure laughing away

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Port Nolloth originally an old copper belt port, but its now home to a new breed, the hardened diamond diver. Characters larger than life and as you sit and listen to their stories about the coast and look at their weather beaten faces,

Friday, 04 July 2008 The morning mist was slowly parting as the sea breeze heaved it too and fro across the rolling hills, every now and then hooking on the bushes and tearing into pieces of cotton wool like blobs, reforming and slowly rolling on into the morning