Not long after we moved to East London, I found myself wending my car along a dusty farm track. I was searching for a nursery
Category: Eastern Cape
In search of the lemonwoods
Up. The thin path winds through the forest, up and up the mountain. And we keep going. V and I are searching for the grove
Go native
Down here in South Africa, especially along the coast, we seem to have a perpetual fixation with palm trees. I know, I know … we’re
50-something shades of blue
Fifty shades of grey? Not a chance. I am confronted with 50 shades of blue, at least 50, every day. Sometimes it seems that
A fish and fowl affair
Maybe it is happening at last: two days ago, I watched a thick smudge of frenzied activity slide past in the sea. The gannets –
Back where it began
Almost 30 years ago, V and I spotted each other for the first time. We were students at Rhodes University in Grahamstown at the time,
Distractions and diversions
It is meant to be a quick drive to the shop to buy milk and bread. It turns into an excursion. The trouble is
When the wind blows
When life deals you lemons, the saying goes, make lemonade. In the Eastern Cape, we have our own version: when it’s windy, fly a kite.
When freedom is normal
It’s Saturday on Freedom Weekend. My body is tired after this back-breaking work of digging out weeds, grass and other invasive stuff from the aloe
Everyday magic
Girl fairy helper is blowing out the candles on her birthday cake – she is four – when she spots him. “Buck,” she says.