Sunday, lovely Sunday

We had a really enjoyable Sunday drive. Granny, Grandpa and four of the girls, we left at about 9.30 in chill mode. I love driving past Lavender Hill, they've repainted the wall, it reads
"Welcome to Lavender Hill where people are moved to love and diversity"
So positive.
Muizenberg is still sad, like the maiden aunt someone left in the front room and she faded away. St James pool was full and Fish Hoek beach was just lovely. There was hardly any wind and the sun was shining. It was great to see so many families out for the day, I suppose brought on by the combination of weather, reduced petrol price and the exodus of the visitors.
We went to the Scratch Patch in Simon's Town and Grandpa was really patient, sitting in the tea room sipping his grossly overpriced ginger beer while we enjoyed going through all the gems (I almost mean that literally) for an hour and a half.
We had planned to picnic at Boulders but there was no parking to be found so instead we went to Kommetjie lighthouse, we put the picnic blanket next to the fence and watched the sea and ate lots of food.
The girls and I went down to the labyrinth and walked the circuit. It's in rather a sad state, the sign has gone missing and moles have also tried to do the circuit, knocking stones to one side and making piles of soil.
We were all in serious need of Marcelle's frozen joghurt so we headed off to Rondebosch, we couldn't picture one closer. Delicious as ever.
We ended our day near Melkbos after dropping the girls at home and drove along the beach front. How sadly commercialised this area has become, we couldn't even find anything that resembled Big Bay as we knew it, the old surfers must be really peeved. Along through Blouwberg and Milnerton and home sweet home after a splendid day in the best city in the world.
Thank you Cape Town.
Oh and it seems I was wrong, when Grandpa's driving, four girls and a granny can indeed do the Cha Cha Slide in the car but, will someone please explain what Charlie Brown means??