My ma’s first car was the 1964 Opel Kadett Sports Coupe; colour taupe. She learnt to drive in the vehicle once she put her feet on the floor and finally the pedals; she was a nervous learner. Its name was Marmaduke. When the novelty of driving wore off she needed something fast and something flash. The 1970 Alfa Romeo Giulia arrived; red of course. I hated it. Not because my mom still maintained her good looks into her 30’s and […]

The Point at low tide. It’s a different set of rules when the tide turns, most important – don’t miss the first catch rope. If missed, the second rope offers the last salvation before being dragged across razor-sharp rocks and spat out into the open ocean. A past time that has been handed down through the many generations that have walked through the iconic twin tunnel entrance to the channel. Mossel Bay, 2021.

I was getting weary, so were they, the magic wasn’t forthcoming; that stuff from the universe that turns a would-be ordinary picture into something less ordinary. When I called it quits they were relieved, so was I, I had a safe shot as a keepsake for the attempt. Minutes later, sunlight beamed down the gravel road splitting it in two; this was universe sent. Before letting go of the reigns, I mentioned they had precious few minutes before the shaft […]