I have often thought how alike fishing and success are. I mean the unfairness of it all, the seemingly random nature of them both. In... Continue reading
To let says the sign in the window again. The Chinese take-away didn’t even manage two months. It thrived as the Green Parrot café when... Continue reading
The marital bliss of pied crows is evident every few miles. Where and when the black ribbon road will deliver is not important. Sooner or... Continue reading
The south easter funnels through the valley over the land the sea gave back and straight into the waves at Kakapo. We are 100 yards... Continue reading
There was, according to the weekly angling report in the Argus, a run of yellowtail at Rooikrantz. Yellowtail are not caught too often by surf... Continue reading
said the headlines. Apparently you were doing backstroke when Eve hit you. Yes, the shark had a name. Last season pensioners brought sandwiches and tea... Continue reading
The West coast sun’s spring address is never missed by his subjects. The attentive armies hang on every word emanating from the splendid butter yellow... Continue reading
In the two years that followed the academic misunderstanding I was down there a lot. Down Strandfontein road, past the wheeling cliffs of the bird... Continue reading
The river survived the farm slurry and the dirty old town now breaking into a run, its mouth opening to taste the sea. Solitary men... Continue reading
The main attraction at Knoetzie, as far as the tourists are concerned, are the castles. It’s quite an entertainment, when you sit on the stoep... Continue reading
