St. Paul (Based on true events) It’s not easy to convince a beautiful woman to live on a sunken volcanic crater midway between Australia and Cape Town. But if, in the early nineteenth century, you are the wife of a rogue French nobleman whose freebooting and smuggling escapades have caught the attention of the law…
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A misty morning with coffee. After two days of wind and driving rain, it had to happen. The Northeaster relented, allowing the moisture-laden air over the cold Atlantic to slowly condensate into a silent wall of fog. It eagerly slides over subdued cumbers and onto the seaboard. And up in our glen, it seeps into…
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The nobility of a humble weir. Nothing beats seeing an erosion ditch silting up. Allow me to elaborate. Annually, South Africa loses 12.6 tonnes of valuable topsoil from every one of the country’s hectares. This is three times higher than Australia. At the risk of depressing the reader further, one should also bear in mind…
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The 106 to Ludwig’s Garden. The mundane often provides a real eye-opener. It shouldn’t be overlooked as an opportunity to improve one’s perception of our surroundings. The current lofty R26.05 per litre we are paying for petrol changed my wife and me into MyCiti-bus users. The unexpected upside is an altered view. The fuel increase…
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