Here are the fruits of a one-hour amble along the feet of the twelve apostles (the Table Mountain ones). Feet that felt heavy, legs that did not feel like walking. But as I put one foot before the other on the pipe track, my heart stretched open to the mountains and the blue sky. Miss Grumpy was transformed into Ms Lightfoot, tra-la-la. And just look at these beauties.
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Sunset caterpillar.
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