Tom at the German Club

You can tan me hide when I’ve died, Clyde, and hang it up in the shed. ‘Cos I have developed a quite – not a very, but a quite – thick skin. I meet Bruce for a beer at The German Club, which has become a bit more like an Old Rhodesians Club. This isContinue reading “Tom at the German Club”

On Having Dof Friends

It’s a real challenge. This having to navigate the world surrounded by dof friends. I wrote to my ‘friends’ – it might have been early one morning; they might not have been fully awake: -original message-Subject: Where’s that?From: Pete <pete@sheila.co.za>Date: 06/06/2011 I was embarrassed that I had never heard of Sanya, a city that lookedContinue reading “On Having Dof Friends”

Old Lilani Spa

On our first visit, with Bruce and Heather Soutar, the remains of the old hotel were still there. You walked into the foyer under a roof, the reception counter awaited you; But you soon walked out into the sunshine, as it was just a remnant of roof and a built-in counter with nothing behind it,Continue reading “Old Lilani Spa”

Moth-Eaten Friends

For some unknown reason, Bruce Soutar thinks I know things, so he sends me stuff. Which I really enjoy! What’s this? he often asks. This was a moth on his car in Mbona, an ‘eco estate’ in the KwaZulu Natal midlands. Of course, I immediately knew – after asking Roy Goff of African Moths. HeContinue reading “Moth-Eaten Friends”

I’m beginning to suspect . .

. . that Soutar was sold a story which he swallowed as he swallowed the fourth free sample they gave him in Ballito. I don’t think this whisky: . . is made in KwaZulu Natal. Reason being they also make Cape Gins and they talk of Cape florals n shit. But Soutar roared back: TheyContinue reading “I’m beginning to suspect . .”

Jessie’s 21st Party

Low-key at home. Jess did it all herself; drew up lists, hired lights, organised a DJ who brought her own equipment; we bought some stuff; we bought booze. Jess invited a few good friends round, and so did I. The oldies came early, we had a slide show on Jess from the early days. IContinue reading “Jessie’s 21st Party”

Wisdom & Insight

Note this WhatsApp chat – I’m in green, of course. Bruce is in white. Note how Bruce tried to side-step halfway by bring in some Algerian, when we all know Algerians suck at rugby. ——-ooo000ooo——- The stats for the game make amazing reading. The All Blacks won everything except the game: ON ATTACK: TRIES –Continue reading “Wisdom & Insight”

McCord’s Zulu Hospital

McCord’s Zulu Hospital is a well-known institution in Durban. It was started in 1909 by Dr James B. McCord, who had studied medicine at Northwestern University in Illinois, qualifying in 1891. McCord joined the Student Volunteer Missionary Movement at Oberlin College in Ohio and there met his future wife, Margaret Mellen, who was born inContinue reading “McCord’s Zulu Hospital”

Bruce in a Tiger Moth

The de Havilland Tiger Moth is a tailwheel biplane first built in the 1930’s. It was used by the RAF and remained in service until the early 1950s. Many of the military surplus aircraft remain in widespread use as recreational aircraft. Recently my friend Bruce went for a spin in one and sent me someContinue reading “Bruce in a Tiger Moth”

Last Maputaland Beach Drive

No more driving on the beach! Our Environment Minister Valli Moosa had at last grasped the nettle and was closing the beaches to hooligans! We approved, and time and research has shown it was the right decision. It has had a positive impact on the ecology of the coastal zone, with a recovery of residentContinue reading “Last Maputaland Beach Drive”

Lepidopterism

Lepidopterists lead exciting lives! This from my LepSoc newsletter: Hi everyone; We will be doing a day trip to Tswaing crater, just north of Pretoria, on the 24th September, where special butterflies such as Brown-lined Sapphires, Saffron Sapphires, Hutchinson’s Highfliers, etc. can be seen. ~~~~o0o~~~~Us lepidopterists see not only these high fliers, but others suchContinue reading “Lepidopterism”

Four Wild Toppies on the Old Coast

Secret Diary of a trip down mammary lane. It wasn’t that we were actually, y’know, OLD, but . . . well, we needed a break and a brief flashback to our glory days, when the chicks used to hurl themselves at us. Well, that one. In the harbour, remember?So we piled into a kombi andContinue reading “Four Wild Toppies on the Old Coast”