When the sun heats the region above the level of tolerance, locals make a pilgrimage to the safety of Days Bay beach. It is not a new phenomenon, it started a long time ago, this affair between the seaside and the people who find bliss on it, way earlier than the faded sepia photographs on the wall of the local shop that sells pies and soft chocolate ice cream could remember. Like everything else, it began as a necessity, became a habit and finally embedded itself into a fashionable and part of the local culture.
The beach, renowned for its capacity to catch the very last of the sun, on this photograph at least, is just moments away before the strong clouds choke what is left of its light. And when sunlight goes, the party is over.
Clouds are getting darker and everyone is gone. Only a couple of empty beer bottles, a half finished sand castle and a random chicken bone provide evidence of the merry crowd, now departed. Perfect timing for a daring gang of local seagulls to sift through the content of overloaded rubbish bins.
The wind, mellow and warm, and seriously deficient of hats, balls and beach umbrellas to toy with, is degraded to rolling an empty milkshake cup along the gutter.
Darkness will disembark quickly and change the mood of the place. And when night comes, it is always a good time to be safe.