FALSE BAY (CAPE TOWN, the beautiful “mother city“of South Africa, “the beloved country“)
(from the new book ‘Stirling‘)
Tags (key words): Books, new books, Stirling, writer, False Bay, Kalk Bay, Cape Town, South Africa
These extracts (short) form part of a chapter of a novel I’m currently writing, called ‘Stirling’., a “rewarding tale of faith, hope and especially love”
. “Faction”, but perhaps even a true story… or stories!!!!FALSE BAY… FALSE DAWN
On his daily train ride home from school at SACS in leafy Newlands, the train stopped at Muizenberg, site of a battle with the British. Under a grey sky a large swell was running, as big white rollers gathered momentum coming onto the gently-shelving shore. After the bathing boxes and tidal pool of St James came Kalk Bay station, the shallow reef in the distance, where brave (or perhaps fool-hardy) surfers headed for the heavy barrels in the big surf running that afternoon.
Below the shade offered by railway station was the Kalk Bay pool, where the young blonde boy had first learnt to swim – a few tentative dog paddles at first, then his confidence grew and grew… and he came to love the ‘sand and sea’. In the nearby harbour of the fishing village (named after the chalky white lime) used to paint the humble cottages, bobbed many fishing boats, large and small, on which the lively Cape Coloured fisherman played their hard-earned trade. The “Iona” a larger and more opulent vessel stood out from the other craft. This vessel took tourists to see the seals at Seal Island in the middle of False Bay (though the number of seals was ever-diminishing with the growing … and marauding shark population in the warmer waters of the southern reaches of the Indian ocean.
With the conductor’s whistle, the train pulled out of Kalk Bay station and was soon rounding the curve looking across another bay to Fish Hoek (Fish Corner)…the mountain and sand-dunes in the distance.
The schoolboy’s last stop was Clovelly …home and homework (dreaded). At the same that overcast Tuesday afternoon, time nature lovers rejoiced in the splendour of the Cape of Good Hope Nature Reserve, way beyond the reaches of Simonstown, the end of the suburban line. And at the tip of the vast and dark continent of Africa lay the rocky outcrop of Cape Point, where some say the mighty Atlantic and Indian oceans meet. But the young boy was not taken by the magnificent scenery along the False Bay coast that day. Like every day, he was lost in thought, dreaming of the day when he would one day drive a Grand Prix car, the fastest and most advanced vehicles… and one day of glorious triumph, perhaps even be champion of the world, the fastest driver on planet earth…
It’s not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.”
– Sir Edmund Hillary, conquerer of Mount Everest (1919-2008)
Reach for the stars and discover the champion of life in YOU through playing your own brand of music on the magical journey of life.
If you can dream it, then you can DO it…
and BECOME it!
a champion of hope““All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
– Walt Disney
‘I was taught that everything is attainable, if you’re prepared to give up, to sacrifice, to get it. Whatever you want to do, you can do it, if you want to do it badly enough. However, most humans quit too soon in life.”
– former British racing driver Stirling Moss’s famous quote
Craig’s blog (with extracts from his various writings: articles, books and new manuscripts) is at
http://en.search.wordpress.com/?q=%22craig+lock%22&t=post and http://craiglock.wordpress.com
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