Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

Slowly emerging from the canvas, ‘A Touch of Spring’, morphing from a sunset into spring flowers. Not sure how that happened, but such is painting.

My head doing too much, as I strive for the minimum that suggest where the flower should be amongst the splotches of colour. The horror of that ‘upholstery fabric’ look. The red too brown, the yellow too washed out.

A touch of nostalgia. Surreal perhaps. Train, within arms reach, passing the old station building, which is now home to the ‘Trans-Karoo’ restaurant at Klein-Brak. Definitely worth taking the turn off from the N2 and stopping for a hearty Karoo country meal.

Sun out after a couple of days of storms. Wind off the mountains seriously chilly, leaving my fingers (already prone to be cold from the diabetes crazy blood sugars) bits of ice. Fortunately, the doctor has cut my medication in half which has lifted my blood sugars, which should help.

The results for the ‘growth’ on Prince’s nose have showed nothing of concern and he is on a course of antibiotics to clear up any infection. The tablets seem to include some sort of steroid as he went bouncing through the agility course like he was Usain Bolt! Hilarious, except for the serious dog training types.

Legs, impossibly stiff as they toiled up the hill. The indigenous forest winding down the Pass to the Gouna River, spectacular after the rains. Full of mystery. Time needed to pause and reflect.

Small painting of a rowing boat on the estuary.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

Cycle up the Brenton hill, not the steepest of climbs, but it winds up for quite a distance before dropping back down to the sea. All of which needs to be repeated in reverse. Slowly!

It does give you enough time to see the changes taking place across the hills and forests turned to ash in the fires. Tendrils of brilliant green bracken pushing through the black earth. An improbable patch of snowdrops sparkling in the afternoon sunshine. The first hints of Spring.

Frustration sorting my crazy blood sugar levels that have left me a tad hungover and grumpy. Cold hands, with ups of tea to warm them up

Prince unsure of the noise made by the pouring rain, but thrilled to be charging through the low tide mud. A dead fish, perfect for rolling in. The cold wash, not part of his game! Being brushed, another stressful encounter as was his first walk through the town on a busy morning. Traffic noise and impossibly far intersections. Lots to learn.

Sticky Clemengold glazed chicken with butternut wedges, it’s origin etched firmly in oriental soil. Cooked in the Weber, rather than the oven. A visual and taste delight.

‘Elephant Walk’, painted while I was in Botswana sold and in its new home, high on the dunes overlooking the Wilderness sea.

In the studio, with the underpainting dry, a painting Belinda to emerge. The delicate paintings ofTheodore Earl Butler an unexpected inspiration A far cry from the bold primary colour of the sunset I had in my head. Pastel?

A muddy cycle, with the far mountains dusted in snow, on a stunning sunny day

Sticky ClemenGold-glazed roast chicken with pumpkin wedges

• RECIPE BY Hannah Lewry




• PREP TIME 30 minutes, plus 10 minutes’ brining time

• COOKING TIME 1 1⁄2 hours, plus overnight brining

• WINE / SPIRIT PAIRING Woolworths Hartenberg Chardonnay 2016

Woolworths is committed to sustainability via our good business journey. Seasonal (and other) products might not always be in stock.


• 160 g fine salt

• 55 g brown sugar

• 2 T red wine vinegar

• 1 litre water

• 3 oranges, juiced (keep the skins)

• 1 lemon, juiced (keep the skins)

• 1 whole free-range chicken

• 6 ClemenGolds

• 1 garlic head, halved

• 1⁄2 pumpkin, cut into large wedges

• 2 t fresh sage

• 4 T olive oil

• 100 g butter

• Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

• 50 g mixed seeds, roasted


To make the brine, mix the salt, sugar, vinegar and water and bring to a simmer. Add the orange and lemon juice and skins and cook until the salt and sugar have dissolved.

Place the chicken in a large container and pour over 2 1⁄2 litres water and the brine. Cover and chill overnight.

Preheat the oven to 220°C. Rinse the chicken under cold water and pat dry using kitchen paper. Stuff with 1 halved ClemenGold and the garlic. Tie the legs together with string.

Arrange on a large baking tray with 3 sliced ClemenGolds, the pumpkin and sage. Drizzle over the juice of 2 ClemenGolds and the olive oil, dot with butter, season and roast for 1 – 1 1⁄2 hours, basting regularly with juices until the chicken is cooked through. Serve warm with the roasted seeds.

Cook’s note: The secret’s in the citrus brine! Brining a whole chicken adds flavour and tenderness to the meat. Add orange and lemon skins, plus an overnight session in the fridge (patience, people!), and you’ll have the juiciest chicken you have ever eaten!


Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

A sunny spot for breakfast at Nadine’s on Leisure Island, with a happy dog covered in marsh mud.

Wild-side. Coffee out of the back of a bakkie. Served with a smile. The ‘Going Somewhere Slowly’ blog. Laughing wave crests. Prince charging around the beach

Strength of Women 8Didn’t quite want ’40 shades of grey’ on the studio wall that was to be the feature for the new Women’s Day exhibition. In Tokyo there is a small art gallery that only features a single painting at a time. The artwork is supported by reference reading that is relevant to the work, inviting one to engage with the particular work. In my head, this simplicity, and calmness what I was looking to achieve.

The wall a tad overwhelming for the single small painting ‘Forgotten’ from South Sudan, however, I may have included too many works. A single chair, a reminder from the Phillips in Washington DC. A spot to sit and spend time with the paintings.

The grey paint colour leaving streaks across the wall. A late decision to remove a couple of the old spot lights that were a distraction, added additional tones to the wall. Jessica and her team managing to meet the crazy deadline to get the wording in place.

Splendid sunset accompanied the bubbles for the opening Women’s Day exhibition ‘Reflecting the Strength of Women’. An evening of lighthearted merriment that flowed effortlessly. Paintings engaging. Demanding attention. Stimulating conversation

Prince, a tad stressed after his day in hospital for a biopsy on his nose. Fortunately he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the stitches making his time in his head cone protector minimal.

Surprisingly warm for a jog alongside the estuary. Stiff legs, not thrilled to be out, despite the earlier cappuccino walk with Prince.

Diary of an Adventure

Harbour Town Adventures

Easthead jog. Puddles to stomp through after the rain. Sea freezing, or at least ‘knee headache’ temperature.

Owl hooting at the stars. Prince barking at this new sound, and anything else that scares him, or doesn’t take his fancy. Agility school seems to be the right fit for Prince. The close interaction calming his separation anxiety and he is thriving on the stimulation. Lots of work needed on getting him to stop, and return to us, when he is only interested in playing.
Feeling a tad hungover. That headache, slurred speech and bit of a tremble. All achieved without wine! Have to love that morning sugar low. With the increased exercise, I probably need to eat more. However, not too many calories which will increase the insulin trend for weight gain. Not sure whether the bulge in the rear tyre of my bicycle is a better indicator of that than the scale! Crazy balancing act.
Crate for the painting going to France is ready and the vexing issue of the fumigation certificate finally sorted. This without additional blood!
My legs ran out of fuel on the cycle up Simola hill. Or it could have been my lungs that struggled for enough air. It was certainly a long, slow climb. Thrilled to find that the contour path through the forest wasn’t affected by the fires. Although the drought is taking its toll, with much of the lush undergrowth crisped.
Opening Jan Avo Pomme
Opening of my ‘Homeless’ exhibition at the AvoPomme Creative Hub. The fabulous bright, airy, industr
ial-feel space, with its soaring double volume providing different levels from which to view unique perspectives of the portraits.
Ricardo did a magnificent job of hanging the paintings so they float in the space. Tasty, themed ‘homeless’ snacks were served from their Urge Urban Café. The live saxophonist a touch of magic. A fun evening.
No surprises that the spinach spaghetti with a bolognese sauce made as much of a mess of my shirt as pasta spaghetti ever did!