Stilbaai - a sleepy hamlet on the Southern coast of the Cape and home to my parents-in-law - has a rather fascinating claim-to-fame. During the peak of summer, the waters are practically 'sardined' with blue bottles (also known as Portuguese men-of-war), so one has to be very careful while swimming (especially when a strong 'Easterly' is blowing). Mercifully, it was mid-winter when we arrived and rather than being exposed to the perils of the sea, we were charmed by a rather extraordinary olive farm on the outskirts of Stilbaai. My sister-in-law is in charge of the Press Room Cafe and cooks the most delectable meals (I witnessed the lamb shank being prepared and it looked mouth-watering). The sun-washed stone buildings and rustic interiors are so authentic that for a second, I was teleported to the heart of Provence...
|Detail on the W&T Avery Scale|
|The early buds of Jasmine|
|Jamón - (real-deal) and the award-winning olive oil|
|Little bundt cakes|
|A rather curious piece of wood|