When we first arrived in Jacobsbaai we rented a little house while ours was
being built. I think I have written about my frustrations in wanting to start a
garden and hitting on the brilliant plan of using old wheelbarrows! A kind of
mobile garden. I bartered for the first two from the builders next door with
bottles of Coca Cola and packets of chips (crisps) and then they kind of bred.
Unchecked. I now have eighteen! I became known as Tannie Kruiwa, or Aunty
Wheelbarrow! Sounds better in Afrikaans somehow!
Every now and then a builder friend will stop outside and tell me that they
have a ‘delivery’ for me, and will off-load a couple of rusty, dented, cement
encrusted old warriors! I have begged old ones from building plots and pushed one
with a wheel that screamed, halfway round the village! Our house is easy to
find as it has three outside the perimeter wall, so we simply tell people to
look for the kruiwas. And on Sunday we had a load of wood delivered by a very
nice chap who said that he had one for me and would bring it the next time that
he was in the area!! All gratefully received!
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| Pink lachanalias and a terracotta gnome! |
