To Scarborough Fair

There’s a sense of freedom when taking a roadtrip alone. Being able to decide where to stop, how long to stay, what music to play (he’s into trance, I’m more of a 70s child).

En route south from Kommetjie to Scarborough on the tip of the Cape Peninsula, I have a chance to exercise this liberation when I see a slab of turquoise ocean dotted with brightly coloured kites. Throwing caution to the south-easter, I swing the car into a nifty U-turn and park on the strip of dirt that masquerades as a parking place.

I’m not alone. The spot is alive with foreign accents, as enthusiastic kiteboarders and windsurfers prepare for the steep walk down the cliff, and an expression session on the ocean. There’s amazing aerial action as I grab