"Tricia, you're not coming out with us today, you're going to drink" The toddler told me as he finished breakfast, "and Nanna and Grandad and Uncle Andrew are also going to drink" he pensively scrunched his nose thinking it through "are you going to drink wine or beer?" I hesitated "ummm" he winkled his nose again "Are you going to see your friends?"
The directions were vague, and when she said you have to cross a river, the reality wasn't really what I expected... She actually had a river as a driveway?! So, overdressed in 7inch Steve Maddens and a little topshop play dress, I decided the sensible thing was to obvious paddle in the mountain stream...
Growing up on African sands there’s something familiar and comforting about riding out on the back of an open pickup, a bakkie, driving at speed on dirt tracks chasing sunsets, passing wild game and endless barren landscapes ✌🏼✨🇿🇦
While staying around Oudtshoorn we were advised to head out along the road to the Swartberg pass and turn towards a little hamlet identifiable via a tall church spire, and find a spot in the sunshine to sip wine.