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The good wines

Yesterday I posted in the other blog the entrance of of the Sir Robert Stanford Estate. That had more likes than I expected…. Yes we have some great wines here in Stanford. Except for the one mentioned ┬áthere are wineries that create their own wines such as Vaalvlei, Brunia, Stanford Hills, Springfontein, Boschrivier and Raka. …

Pictures from the square yard 14: Thandi; Dusty

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

The Beach Dog

Pictured a very lively dog along the beach in Franskraal in South Africa.

Shoot the shooter

Pictures of the square yard 13: Thandi; be a child again

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

Pictures from the square yard 12: Thandi; welcome by the proprietor

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

Pictures from the square yard 11: Thandi; The Gate

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

Pictures from the square yard 10: Store Cafe; my future on my back

The Dutch writer Simon Carmiggelt made a living by observing from his ‘own’ chair and table on a terrace in Amsterdam. He wrote about objects he saw, about people and interaction between them, the sky, the weather and so on. And his stories never became boring; he could even write five or six pages about …

Matjiesfontein revisited