Category: South Africa
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Fest in retrospect
This blog has been sadly neglected lately. This is a piece I started writing on a plane on the third of July and only got back to now. So, my impressions of this year’s National Arts Festival… late, but still… … The sunset sky is fading as we leave Grahamstown. After a while, the darkness…
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Walking into the mist
Today was a difficult morning. It was cold and I was tired and getting out of bed was a strain. By the time I was ready to go (late, of course – or at least later than usual), the sun was up, bathing the waking valley in golden-red light. I walk to work. The reasons…
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Morning
Some mornings are a gift. Today, as I opened the curtains, above the hill across the valley from me the sun rose, a giant luminous, golden-red ball against the cloudy sky. Fine drifts of cloud across the face of the deep-pink-red ball just emphasized the intensity of the colour. I rushed inside to get a…