Sunday morning, it was time to leave Gauteng and head to Cape Town, the Mother City and the area where I grew up and completed my studies. A short flight, 2 hours, which was surprisingly full, a beautiful day and we landed to blue skies and quite warm. My brother and #LittleNiece came to pick me up, I had not seen them for 4, maybe 6 years; it felt like I had never left, we clicked immediately with jokes and jibes, except the youngster is not a shy girl anymore, but a confident woman doing teacher training. Off we went to their home, where we had grown up, had coffee and spent the evening just catching up, ons het lekker kak gepraat en te veel geet, ma het gekook en sy kook net een keer ‘n week. And then there is Roxy, better known as Miss Wiggles, who lies under the blanket while I sleep and lets me know when she needs a cuddle.
Monday morning was a bit nippy, though the sun was out and it got warm quite quickly. #LittleNiece and dad went off for a cycle ride at 5 am, just to get the heart going, dad aid, then all got ready for work; Dad off to the Strand where he is building engineer, don’t ask, mom is a community nurse and #LittleNiece on her first teacher training secondment at a local secondary school – she would not let me watch, I wonder why?? Not long, and #Junior, that’s sister, and hubby rock up with their Range Rover and caravan, having driven from Windhoek Namibia, about 1,500 km. Off we went to find a camp site; my, oh, my, what a palaver… you need to book 3 days in advance. Oh dear, a few hours later and all was resolved; time to set up. The caravan will be home for a few weeks, though we will be moving around and eventually travel back to Windhoek.
Again, time to catch up over lunch and then later we went to see the sunset, with Table Mountain to the west. We drove to Zevenwacht farm up on the hills; just a beautiful place where we spent many an hour and day as kids. In those days nobody lived in the house, now it is a world-class hotel; how life changes, often in a positive way. We spent some time reflecting on our youth and how privileged we were to live in such a beautiful place; we didn’t really appreciate our fortune at the time but we certainly do now. Up the hill we went to see the sunset.
Tuesday morning, and it was back to Zevenwacht farm for coffee with a friend, a nice walk around the place and a quick tour of the wine cellar: Wines are matured in oak casks, made of either French or American oak depending on the wine from between 3 to 30 months, and casks are used up to 6 times, though only 3 times for red wines. On the farm they have Gewurztraminer vines that are 52 years old, with a yield of 2 tonnes per hectare; normal yield for younger vines is 12-16 tonnes. Along the Orange river table grapes are harvested at a yield of up to 50 tonnes, no wonder they have no flavour. Our guide, Francois, was quite character from a northern Cape town, “‘n hoes en ‘n poep en jy is deur die dorp”.
And, to finish, some lovely blooms: pincushion, stryletzia (bird of paradise) and protea.