A blank canvas waits. Multidimensional possibilities that extend out to the estuary and the sunset over the mountains. The tides creating a rhythm of reflection.

What will be the gallery of TH2, is a dark space clad in stone, its potential slumbering waiting for brilliant coloured adventures. Upstairs, the apartment space is currently used as offices, with the open patio unused. Its spectacular views neglected.

Terry arranged for us to spend a few days next door at TH3, which has already been converted. Stimulating ideas fueled by the picnic dinner that Coreta brought with her.

Freshline Fisheries, tucked away behind the marine shop, a car park converted into a beach and seafood experience. Shoes unnecessary, Craig’s wine cellar providing accompanying nectar to our loud family and friends lunch under blue skies with fluffy white clouds.

Kayaks gliding through the wild storm tossed waters, an invitation to play. My problem Achilles receiving attention after months of neglect. The fancy biokinetic strapping, a ‘must have’ accessory in this sport mad town.

Incongruously, a small cottage stands amongst the furniture manufacturers, sawmills and crafters that make up Knysna. A relic of the forest dwellers, Whitewashed at 5 Nobel Street is a must visit for stunning deserts. Not that there is anything wrong with the breakfast we enjoyed. Alongside the restaurant is Design Wise, where timber is crafted into furniture of perfection.

My inaugural Stand Up Paddle (SUP) excursion, on mirror smooth water – between squalls of rain – was a tad wobbly and lots of fun. Moving forward in a straight line was somewhat problematic and I was glad that the canal was empty of other water craft as I had minimal control over where I was going. Although, my very white ‘glow in the dark’ legs, acted as a warning beacon to other water users. Certainly there is a SUP in my future!