Sole Searching Wild Coast Walk

Driving south to the Wild Coast I glanced down at my feet. Right foot on the accelerator, left foot chilling next to the clutch. No shoes. Barefoot. OK, I’d forgotten to take shoes on our six-day beach walk. Too late to turn back. It was fine. I’d make do. I said nothing. Didn’t want AitchContinue reading “Sole Searching Wild Coast Walk”

Child abuse?

My auntie Pat (Mom’s sister) used to pass through Harrismith every year on her way (with husband and 2 daughters) to the Wild Coast. They would call in again on their way back three weeks later and she would be as brown as a ripe old berry. I mean seriously deep berry red-brown deep deepContinue reading “Child abuse?”

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”

Thy Ox and My Ass

On a boys getaway weekend to Manteku on the WildCoast my kombi makes it easily down to Drifters’ camp, though I do think Uh! Oh! as we drive down, Might be interesting getting out! Five glorious days later we pack up and head out. But it has rained and the hill is too much forContinue reading “Thy Ox and My Ass”