Day tripping to the Chain Ladders
My love for the Drakensberg mountains deepens each time I have the privileged to visit. It doesn’t matter which part of the Berg I see, it does my soul a world of good, just to be…
Aloe Aloe
Some of my loyal readers may remember a post I did a few years back on Aloes Well, it seems it’s a topic I get hooked on (punn intended) so here’s another… I’ve been following…
Magnificent Mountain Sanctuary
Some folk are sea people, their perfect holiday is spent on the beach, swimming, watching the waves, sand between their toes, eating ice cream and soaking up the sun. Other folk are bush people; they…
Scenes from Zululand
It’s coming up to two years ago since I took a major trip into the unknown. I’d been searching for a new job, something with challenge and the room for growth. A job where I…
The Lipizzaners of Kyalami
A couple of things really hit home in the last half of this year. One. Time is not really important. It’s what you do with your time that is important. Two. Material things can be…
Scenes from the South Coast
Think December holidays, seaside towns, sunshine, laughter, colourful umbrellas, beach towels and endless blue seas. Scurrying crabs, sea shells, smoothed pebbles, the crunch of sea sand between your toes. The taste of salty air, the…
Taking time to smell the roses.
A few years ago, I did myself a seriously good deed – one that fed the soul. I stopped to smell the roses. Growing up, I was one of those kids whose bedroom walls were…
The Butterflies of Beyers Naude Drive.
Recently a Facebook friend posted a lovely pic of a butterfly, on which I commented with its name. My friend replied saying he didn’t know the names of the butterflies he saw on his trail…
Lake Heritage – What lies beneath?
Lake Heritage – what lies beneath? For some it’s just a big lake, I guess what lies beneath depends on your point of view. For me, the memories, dreams and imaginings of a six year…
The Place of Great Noise.
Early September, and the sun is baking down. When I say baking, think of 180 degrees in an oven. Ja! That kind of baking. Hot and dry as we make our way along the boardwalk,…
A blast from the past
Once a year, The Cradle of Humankind is inundated with a bunch of genuine biking enthusiasts. No, no, I don’t mean road cyclists (I have very little time for them) I mean real bikers. The…
Lotheni – Far from the madding crowd
Stop your busy day for a few minutes, and come join me for a short walk, I want to show you something. Park your car under the Pines, you’re met by the crisp fresh smell…
Why I love photography?
This is both an intrinsically simple and highly complicated question – I shall try my best to explain. There is currently a competition being run on twitter by Canon South Africa (#ILuvCanon) in which they…
Built when cars were made to last.
On the 3rd Sunday of every month, The Piston Ring club of South Africa has its monthly meet at their Modderfontein grounds. Dotted around under the tall fresh smelling Eucalyptus trees, are hundreds of classic…
Magic in the air
There’s something magical, mystical and just down right amazing about rainbows. For me, they are the epitome of uniqueness, and I cannot help but smile when I see one and am fixated by a supreme…
Golden Gate Highlands National Park
There is something different about the Free State air. It’s thin, but not just like high altitude thin, there’s something else about it, something indescribable. Maybe it’s subtly tainted with the rich smell of earth,…
Namaqualand – Blooming marvellous
The trip of a lifetime started because of a book in one of our crammed book shelves. The black letters on the white spine read ‘Patterson – Garden of the Gods’ This gem of a…
Red Rocket
I have recently come to the conclusion that I don’t fit in with the majority of Joburg people, whose lives are dictated by the fact that they need to spend huge amounts of money in…
Drifting – in Black and White
5 am is an early start. It’s dark, quiet and there is a distinct nip in the air. I help myself to coffee (a great distraction when one is nervous) The mug nestled in my…
Not another Hipster Market
“What is a Hipster?” I hear you saying… Well, let me explain briefly. This is rather a touchy subject, as Hipster’s don’t like to be defined, because then they’d fit in a category and thus…
Its a dogs life….
The car park is a buzz of activity, with car doors opening and closing and the occupants jumping out in an extravagant and frenzied hurry. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Commands of; “stop!” “stay!”…
Blossom smile some sunshine down my way
The loveliness of Peach Blossoms. Now I’m not one of those girls who has a huge affinity to wearing the colour pink. I thought at a stage that I actually disliked the colour, but nature…
Scenes from Mpumalanga
It’s the middle of winter, the grass is drab and brown, the trees are bare. It’s is bitingly cold. (The famous Mama’s and Papa’s lyrics come to mind: “All the leaves are brown, and the…
A spike of colour
Imagine standing beneath a cloudless blue sky, in the baking African sun, a harsh dry winter landscape meets the eye. You’ve been hiking this single – shale ridden track for the last half an hour,…
Cosmos Dreaming
I’m thinking of sugared almonds, the kind you get at weddings. You know the ones; white and pastel pink? They are traditionally given as wedding favours, in indivisible numbers, representing the unity of the bride…
The silent majesty of Giants Castle
(For those of you who don’t know about Giants Castle, it is a section in the Drakensberg mountain range in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa. It gets its name from the mountain’s silhouette, which resembles the…