Sunday, May 03, 2009

Rear view mirror

Driving eastwards - just past Cullinan, before that Tshwane - listening to, and loving MK volume 2 while the sun's setting magnificently into our rear view mirror. That means the red old orb is right this minute just behind Rustenburg and sinking fast behind Groot Marico. Yeah, there's no doubt about the fact I've left my heart in the bushveld, in the ol' West Transvaal.

Beyond all our expectations Louis and I've had a fantastic weekend in a special and friendly, but off the beaten track part of the country.

Breakfast at Marico Memoir's Bistro and our visit to Groot Marico was rounded off with a most unexpected tour through the Herman Charles Bosman Living Museum.

Ancient, gentle and soft-spoken Oom Jan Lemmer, who could so easily have crept from between the pages of a Bosman book, led us through the open air museum. That's where the farm-school where Bosman taught has been faithfully recreated brick-by-original-brick by the Herman Charles Bosman Literary Society after it fell into ruin at Heimweeberg. I'm experiencing experiencing incredible pangs of 'heimwee' right now...and on a number of levels.

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