It’s safe to say summer has officially arrived in Cape Town and suddenly everything smells like sunscreen.
This has been a pretty good year for road tripping – first, exploring the West Coast with Guillaume in June, then going to Addo with Mom in August and now, in just 3 sleeps’ time, I’ll be heading off on an epic adventure up north with Open Africa.
Forming part of the #WeOpenAfrica campaign, this 5-day trip will take us from Johannesburg to Limpopo and back again, with some magical stops along the way.
While the whole itinerary has me doing little happy dances, there are five things I’m especially excited about:
For the longest time now, I’ve wanted to visit Chart Farm in Wynberg to wander among the roses and – best of all – pick a selection of my own to take back home.
But, on one condition: that my mom could come along, as her love for these fragrant blooms runs deep and connects with a tender nostalgia for the birthdays of her childhood in Piet Retief. Born on the 16th of November, my mom’s celebration of life falls slap-bang in the middle of peak rose season, which also happens to be most spectacular in the highveld areas of our country.
“Gardeners and florists are the happiest of all the professions … nearly twice as happy as people in more prestigious and better paid jobs.” – Professor Paul Dolan, UK Economist and Behavioral Scientist.
It was this random little nugget of information I happened to stumble upon during one of my daily wanderings around the internet that sparked a latent creative passion – the deep-seated and unfulfilled love of making pretty things with flowers.
I’ve told you this before and I’ll probably tell you again: I’m a collector of words and sometimes I like to curate them too.
Here are a few pleasing turns of phrase – some inspiring, some bittersweet and some downright delicious – that have popped up in my reading radar over the past few months.
From funny Twitter accounts to conversations with strangers, here are a few things that have been adding value to my life lately.
Last Sunday, Guillaume had some time off work for the first time in ages, so we decided to take a casual drive up the R27 and check out the flowers in the West Coast National Park.
Well, let me tell you, a Sunday in September on the West Coast is CHAOS. We arrived at the park’s gate somewhere around 10am, only to find at least 30 cars already queuing to get in (by the time we left a couple of hours later, a new line extended about 200m down the highway). Luckily the wait wasn’t too long, but naturally, we found ourselves constantly stuck in some sort of traffic.
As I mentioned the other day, my mom and I recently spent a week in the Addo Elephant National Park, just to take a little break from our busy lives.
While we have this long-standing dream of doing the Camino de Santiago together (which I know we will eventually get round to), time and finances haven’t really allowed (just yet), but we both felt like taking a bit of much-needed time out, so decided to do a more manageable local trip instead.
Both avid bush-lovers, we knew we wanted to go somewhere a little wild, but also didn’t want to spend too very many hours on travel… which made Addo the obvious and perfect choice.
Hey Sea Point,
You sure do know how to throw a spectacular sunset. Here’s just a little note to say thank you.