The prize for most glamorous foursome in Cape Town must undoubtedly be awarded to the four beaches at Clifton. Pearly white sands, a Mediterranean blue sea and a combination of lots of steps with infuriatingly little parking make them, inevitably, rather sought after.
Separated from the next by a jumble of granite boulders, each beach has a distinct character. First beach is the largest and is where the volleyballers and frisbee throwers are found. Second is the domain of the relentlessly chic and jet set. Third is gossipy and social, and Fourth is family-orientated and a popular sundowner beach.
So which was I on last Monday afternoon? Well actually, darling darlings, I was overlooking all of them, basking in their beauty from the upper deck of a luxury motor yacht. I’d been invited on a little jaunt along with a select handful of others who, I’m pleased to say, were no better than me at trying to appear languid and casual… we all kept lapsing into giggles at our luck. We could happily have stayed there all afternoon, quaffing more champagne and telling increasingly outrageous stories, or dipping in and out of the water, or perhaps taking the jetski for a little spin. Aaah, how the other half lives…
Eve is a Princess 67’ (for those in the know), a 21 metre powerhouse of sheer class and cutting edge design. We had purred along the coast from the yacht’s elegant berth behind the Cape Grace Hotel, first enjoying the stares of envy from the hoards of tourists at the Waterfront, then soaking up the scenery as the city slid by… Greenpoint, site of the new stadium for the 2010 world cup, Mouille Point with its distinctive lighthouse, Three Anchor Bay and the famous Seapoint promenade and finally the gorgeous beaches of Clifton, appropriately named for the cluster of houses clinging with golden talons to the verdant cliffs which shoot up towards Lion’s Head.
We could have lingered to watch the sun set into the sea and then fired up the barbecue and dropped on some lobsters. We then would have had the choice; weave our way back to the berth with the lights of the city stretching out to us over the water, or stay overnight in one of the three sumptuous double cabins. We’d sleep like logs as the boat rolled gently on its anchor, and awake refreshed perhaps to spend the day further south – a spot of scuba diving anyone?
There is something about being out on a boat in good weather that makes the rest of the world seem insignificant. So it was a blow to realise that we had to head home. But by way of consolation, we spotted a Southern Right whale cruising just a few metres from the yacht - awesome. It was late in the season for whales, but it seemed to us that perhaps, when you are part of the elite, anything is possible.
Our trip was just a teaser, a taste of what could be that left us aching for more. There is a streak in all of us that longs for a touch of decadence, a chance to languish somewhere beautiful and be waited on hand and foot. I found it all too easy to picture the boat anchored just off Camps Bay beach and myself, glowing from the sun and clad in floaty white linen, stepping barefoot into the dinghy to head over for a light supper at one of the stylish restaurants lining the shore. Or waking up to a breathtaking dawn over Cape Point with not a soul in sight. Or lying on the top deck, gazing up at the stars and breathing in the cool sea air and feeling myself melting into the stillness and the peace.
Couldn’t you give in to the temptation of Eve...?