No need to travel all the way to Namakwaland to see the Spring flowers. The West Coast National Park is about an hour from the centre of Cape Town. With Sea Views! Today however, it was the Spring flowers we
In a day. Flown out from London, pick up Mama and the journey to Cape Town begins. Why am I writing this? Because it has to be said. Traveling with an elderly, assisted required loved one, needs to be
Years ago, there was this Advertisement for Douglas Green, featuring two Japanese tourists zooting around the Cape Winelands in search of, Douglas Green. Today mum and I could well have been their double gangers, squeezed into our Kia Picanto
This evening I want to share a story with you. Sometimes life gets difficult, and lonely, and all too overwhelming. Like now, living in a different country, and missing my roots. I have a photograph of my grandfather on
No childhood in the South escapes the delight of going to the sea. Beach holiday long awaited and wishing the schooldays would end. Back in the day, mum would sew our special ‘beach gowns’ as no young lady walked to
Thanks to www.llisolabantu.com, life in the townships can also be portrayed as joyful. Of course there is joy, moments of it found even in the darkest alleys of life. People are making a difference, no matter how small. At
Ouma in the kitchen. Before children grow up and life becomes fragile, boxes are packed and the future uncertain, it takes a simple exercise of looking back to remind us that life can be simple. It can be good.
My last blog was a little, true, but harsh about Pietermaritzburg. Not the people, but the place I remember, and lived in for three decades. It’s difficult to let go, I guess. Arrived in the city as a naive,