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Yeoville

Who are these brave souls on foot in Yeoville? Who are these misfit honkies? I guess I must be one of them. Coming here late... Continue reading

The curse of the Green Parrot

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

Riviersonderend

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

Psalm 23 for guitarists

The Lord is my plectrum I shall not drop He maketh me to plug into vintage amplifiers He leadeth me beside the knobs eleven He... Continue reading

Dead bug flying

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

The boatbuilders

The song was a boat It lay on the wharf its spine on chocks They discussed the way forward There were disagreements and points of... Continue reading

Grandmother killed by shark as big as helicopter

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 adoration of the daisies

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

The Exile of Sheikh Yusuf

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

Night fishing on the Sunderland

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

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