Night noises are mostly the things of nightmares with the old line of “what goes ‘thump’ in the night” coming to mind! In a previous post, I contrasted the sounds of our home on a traffic circle in a quiet town in The Netherlands with the rural sounds of our Swiss alpine escape. A largeContinue reading “The sounds of silence.”
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The taste of a memory.
Raspberries. No matter where in the world I find myself, the moment that I put a raspberry into my mouth, I am instantly transported back to my maternal Grandmother. More precisely, her vegetable garden on their farm in the Bulwer district of Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa. It is said that the sense of smell isContinue reading “The taste of a memory.”
Farming the Dutch way.
Whenever we’ve had the occasion to travel across the country to the east – believe me when I say that it takes only two hours and one is already at the German border – we venture away from the densely populated coastal region and into the more rural farming area which immediately makes me feelContinue reading “Farming the Dutch way.”
Upside down Pt.1
Growing up as the middle child of 3 in a farming family in the beautiful valley of Boston, Kwa-Zulu Natal meant that schooling was always going to be the boarding school sort. My Mum, desperate to keep us at home for as long as possible sought out any and every available farmer’s wife with anyContinue reading “Upside down Pt.1”
