One of the ‘Last Great Problems’ of the Western Cape lays down its arms.
It is done and every muscle in my body is happy that I don’t have to do that slog again. I was reflecting on the route, comfortably ensconced on a soft couch with two sandwiches stuffed with enough fillings to provide proof of Dagwood’s amateur status. I felt a peaceful mixture of contentment, achievement and a little selfish if not entirely undeserved pride. A good feeling this afterglow.