Lovely sea views were the theme of our stay in Plettenberg Bay, known simply as ‘Plet’ by the locals. Lunch at the Look Out cafe was followed later that afternoon by sundowner cocktails, on a roof top bar over-looking the sea. Both were very enjoyable, although, as usual for us, the latter was not incident free :o)

Unfortunately, when delivering our drinks, the cocktail waiter misjudged the table and poured my Woo Woo into my lap, then in typical African style smiled uncomfortably and backed away. When I realised he was going to completely ignore the situation, I politely asked if he could bring me a cloth and perhaps top up my drink – cocktails are a treat for us after all. The others agreed this was a fair request and the waiter disappeared for a few minutes. When he returned with my drink, it was at exactly the same level as when he’d left and obviously so, much to our amusement. Still no mention of the situation, so I glady drank was left. Cheers.

The beach house we were staying at, 6km outside of Plet, had such a lovely location by the sea that we decided to cook at home and take in the views. By the time of the supermarket shop, Helen and I were slightly tipsy. I wanted to buy a small bottle of olive oil to go with our bread and salad, but there were only big bottles left. In our squiffy state we somehow managed to persuade the shop manager to open a big bottle and pour some into a disposable container which he then gave us for free. Success. These things would never happen at home. Would they?

In the morning we took a short stroll along the rugged beach, where Dave and Helen fell in love with a sausage dog.

Sea views, deserted beaches, spacious houses, whale viewing, not to mention cheap cocktails… is this the life we’re after?