Storm's River is a magical place. The background of dark trees, craggy rocks, course sand, and the wild sea make me feel sort of crazy and content simultaneously. We arrived just before sunset, and settled into our little forest cabin. Dammit; I like forest cabins. Then off to the beach for a look around. I reached happily back into memories of my childhood holidays there. Everything seemed to have shrunk, now that my lens was no longer that of a twelve year old's.
Dinner at the restaurant surpassed all expectations (previous encounters had been tough, bland and poorly served). I had blackened sole, the flesh melting tenderly in the mouth before giving way to a shock of well- selected spices.