So my short adventure drew to an end. On the way back I was keen to stop in at Clanwilliam for coffee and a snack but chose instead to gone on further to the Algeria road to have a dip in the Olifants river. The water was lovely and cool and I sat on a sand bank and painted this watercolour of bridge:
I was keen to get the water right which I think I have improved on. The shapes in the river bank were MUCH more interesting than I have shown. This is a kind of cross composition. Definitely one for the studio.
And then it was on through the Swartland to home.
While I stayed with Basie and Annette we watched a discussion about poetry between Andre P Brink and Breyten Breytenbach, two giants of Afrikaans literature. Andre Brink spoke with such heart about his love for poetry. It was awe inspiring in a gentle ordinary kind of way. I had been looking at the mountains all the through the Olifants valley and stopping to take photos. And when I returned, on the road between Stellenbosch and Somerset West I was struck by the great beauty of our little corner of the Boland. And I thought of the words of TS Elliot from “Little Gidding” :
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.