A clearing in the forest. Saturday market, perhaps not all it seems. At first glance, the stalls well laid out, with a section for crafts that entice one to look, even if only out of curiosity. There is a second section for organic produce. Dogs and children weave between peoples legs, the music is gentle and the announcer makes it feel like a country bazaar.

However, every now and then, amongst the obvious tourists, a forest dweller appears. Allowing you a brief glimpse into another market. The real market? Where potions are sold, and the innocuous women sitting on a stool, is actually an infamous spell weaver. The music from the pipes of elves and the gentle mist the veil between worlds.

No bubbles. I’m not convinced that there wasn’t something a whole lot stronger available from the coffee stall, as the long queue couldn’t have been for the dreadful coffee!

The old ship bollard on the jetty at Thesen Island was the focus of my painting, ‘The Light in Between’ Oil on Canvas 70cmx110cm. Yachts at anchor against stormy skies. A couple of small paintings kept me out of mischief.

Chatters for our weekly pizza fix. Sadly, the salads are so good that they are the first choice, meaning I never get to try the desserts, as a pizza is a must. Even if it’s shared. Haven’t managed to sort the correct red wine to accompany a pizza. The Merlot didn’t work with my bacon, blue cheese and avo pizza. I did try a second glass as a check!

Early walk with Polly at Buffels beach. The extra kilometer on our usual walk, a bit far on her wobbly legs.

Planted a Rosemary pot outside the kitchen of the house. One of the first things that seems to happen in any of the places where we stay. With winter approaching, rosemary a must, for the casseroles that will take us through the wet months.

An evening of adventure to the dark-side of Knysna. Yup, the bit above the main road. Raasoie, an Indian Restaurant (great food, lousy service), before a brief stop at quirky Bloo.