A Tumbleweed dancing in the light of the moon.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, It was cold the day I arrived at Tumbleweed Cottage in McGregor. A crisp kind of cold where you don't shiver, but you would not say no to a mug of the coffee from Strictly Coffee in Robertson which I had become accustomed to while visiting these little patches of vibrantly alive dorpies. Besides,…

Get your kicks on Route 62*

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Founded in 1853, Robertson (named after the Dutch Reformed Minister Dr William Robertson) lingers in the long shadows of the Langeberg mountains, gently persuading the Breede River to share in the bounty of the land. Today, Robertson is a sleepy little town by night but as as the largest of the neighbouring…

There are things about a small town that you can’t necessarily quantify.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, “This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. - Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)” ― Kellie Elmore Have you ever read a book so…