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January 2019
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By Marielle | Published: 28th January 2019 Who’d believe that a flourless focaccia could taste so darn good? It was to pizzas we were heading but we were hijacked by our friend Jan, the Knysna artist who famously paints with his fingers (and manages to elicit the subtlest of effects like feathery eyelashes and delicate wisps of hair). Jan was fencing with his KamadoJan like a Don Quixote

A series of small paintings of various rowing boats, yachts and fishing boats against the backdrop of the Knysna Heads to replace those that have been sold. A pleasant lunch under umbrellas, protected from the wind, at the Girls on the Square, in Wilderness, before taking Kirsten to start her long trip back to the States. The wine list takes a bit of time

Beach walk with wild seas to soothe battered souls. The graveside committal for Dad, simple and sensitive. He rests, overlooking the golf course and across Montagu. The Kalkveld Lounge at Zandvliet. Stylish, comfortable, fabulous wines and a tasty cheese and charcuterie platter (the olives were frighteningly salty), with a view to the arched gables of the Cape Dutch Homestead. There is not much to

Terry’s dad, and my friend, passed away in the Montagu hospital he once was so passionate about and worked so hard to restore. He was in such pain and the relief for him was prayed for. He died, at a similar hour, in the same hospital, and on the same day, as Mum Sterley’s Birthday. I’m sure she called him home. The number of lives he

New Year Beach play before a day of bubbles and laughter. The ‘pizza’ base getting better. A humongous number of empty bottles, probably adding to the, somewhat, bizarre decision to hold an e-bike Challenge up Phantom Pass. With the proceeds to Animal Welfare, a more than expected bunch trundled up the pass. The Challenge, somewhat lost in the enjoyment of a fabulous day to