Morgan Bay

The Mitford Hotel wasn't expensive and was situated right on the waterfront as the noise in our bedroom of the waves crashing on the fore shore attested to. The photos on the walls harked back to busier and simpler times where South Africa's finest could holiday in the company of like minded affluent white people. Today a simple breakfast (Continental) cost less that £2 and was more than we needed.
Today, Scotland were playing their last Group match in the first stage of the 2019 Rugby World Cup and needed to beat Japan, the surprising new hot team of the championship, by scoring at least 4 tries and accumulating at least 7 points more than their opponents thus picking up a bonus point and denying Japan another, to go through to the quarter finals. To cut a painfully long story short, they didn't manage and lost 28 - 21. In typically heroic Scottish style, they played well and yet again we could be happy in defeat - almost. Which was just as well, as the Scottish Rugby Squad had practically begged the organisers to allow the game to go ahead after it had been questioned whether it would be possible after the passage of a Super Hurricane through Japan's Rugby playing heartland. If it had been cancelled, Scotland would have been given a draw and would have been on the next plane home. As it was, the result was the same but we got an exciting game of rugby out of it and it is difficult to argue yet again that "we wus robbed".
We watched the rugby over a liquid lunch (Gin for ladies, beer for the gentlemen) in our hotel room, fitted in between coastal walks to the south over the cliffs in the morning, and along the beach to Kei Mouth in the afternoon.
We only survived the hot and dusty walk back to Morgan Bay from Kei Mouth by refreshing the parts that the lunch time alcohol hadn't touched, in the bar of a middle class golf resort we passed on the way. We fitted in to the clientele mix perfectly and only our absence of blazers and golf club ties betrayed our alien status.
We ate dinner in the hotel restaurant for the second night, and had what we had wished we had the previous night - Calamari then a vegetarian platter washed down with a bottle of Merlot and a bottle of Chenin Blanc.