The dumping ground

  Back in the day the farm was a bit of a dump – in the literal sense of…


Lighting the Lounge

The “lounge” was pretty well-made and lined with tongue and groove but the…


Bohemian Bedroom

The “bedroom” was tiny with an even lower ceiling than the bathroom and we were…


Kitchen confidential

As far as the kitchen was concerned, there wasn’t one. For the first few years…


"Chic" Shack living

I’m tall but not unusually so. Our shack however, was designed for unusually…


Roughing it

When the land we live on was subdivided, our portion amounted to about eight…


Upping sticks & moving

Jo and I moved to Plettenberg Bay from Grahamstown, in the early nineties. I’d…


Meanwhile, back in Makhanda

I’ve always been a red wine drinker. In Grahamstown where I grew up, there were…


“I'd like to grow tomatoes”

So I’ve always liked to garden. When I was in high school I was once asked what…


Anderson Street

In the 1970’s and 80’s the Eastern Cape experienced a series of severe…