On Friday I made my annual pilgrimage to Grahamstown to feed my artistic soul and take part in the biggest show in Southern Africa - the Grahamstown Arts Festival. Yes - I know - Last year I said I was going to stay over and see three shows a day in my cerise and black floral palazzo pants! Life and work got in the way so it was an early start with pies as usual for breakfast, eaten in the same car park under a wintry sun. not just any pies - those pies from Nanaga Farm Stall that acts as a magnet to most cars - impossible to drive past at any time of year!
This year the was the usual mind boggling array of headgear to add to the collection and plenty of handmade crafts and eats to carry home. My eclectic purchases include tin mugs with attached mug hugs, a pretty pendant that will protect me from harm and evil spells, a crocheted flower broach, black and white spotted slipper socks, home made fudge and almond nougat and a cosy bob hat or is it a tea cosy?
Time for home and to reflect on not just another year's festival finished, but the creative spirit of Africa that dwells in our region and the incredible talent we have in this country. If only that talent extended to driving skills our day would have been perfect!
But that's a story for my next blog!