Long, long ago I had a little penpal. She was based in Franschhoek, which in those days was a charming, sleepy little town in the Winelands. Not much happened there besides the annual harvest but the town had beautiful old buildings which had stood there since the Huguenots sought refuge from religious persection in the […]
The haze of purple in the streets of Johannesburg is like being in a wonderful cathedral. It’s that time of the year again, my favourite season when my city becomes breathtakingly beautiful. The purple mistiness of the jacarandas blend effortlessly into the busy streets, the honking taxis, the urban sprawl and industrialisation of a huge […]
It’s 6.30am and the sounds of secateurs and Cape voices reaches me as I reach for my morning coffee. I go outside in a big fluffy robe and look across the vineyards, stretched like cornrows tight across the scalp of the foothills surrounding the Franschhoek mountain. The workers are harvesting the grapes as they have […]
