Reading something posted today brought a flood of bright memories – I was transported back 30 odd years to a summer night in Franschhoek. A small group of us girls are creeping down the wooden stairs of our hostel – stepping slowly, holding our breath as we expect the old wood to creak and protest […]
Monthly Archives: July 2016
So, I board what appears to be a peaceful and functional train at around 3.50pm – the carriage is almost empty, which isn’t very reassuring, but we rock along until just after Salt River. As has happened many times before, we grind to a halt. And we wait. Usually it’s a signal issue – someone’s […]