A Place I’d like to visit – another piece from my travel writing course.

Wildlife, wine and rugby, anticipating the British and Irish Lions tour to South Africa in 2021, David McGill explores why he would like to be one of the pride.

Such tours come around every four years and despite the advent of professionalism in the game they have become shorter. South Africa, the “Rainbow Nation” as described by Archbishop Desmond Tutu in the post apartheid era is a vast country full of different cultures and experiences.

The ideal holiday destination, it offers virtually everything a traveller could wish for. Sport, food and drink, and abundant wildlife all set in stunning scenery. From the high veldt to the coastal regions South Africa has something for everyone. Adrenaline junkies can get a high or perhaps a low depending on how you view it from bungee jumping off Boukrans Bridge, a 216m drop. Cage diving with great white sharks off the coast near Gaansbai is another activity. The latter appeals to me, but bungee jumping? Definitely a “no”!

As dusk falls a glass or two of Franschhoek’s finest wine serves as an ideal sundowner as visitors gather around a camp fire waiting for a steak to cook on a braai. What wildlife will appear before us tonight at the waterhole? Lion or an elusive rhino perhaps? The beauty of South Africa not only encompasses food and drink but the wildlife too.

South Africa caters for people of all ages and tastes. It is a sports mad country. Did I mention the rugby? Bookings for supporters tours will open soon. Will my name be on the list? I certainly hope so.

William Huskisson statue

Commemorative statue to William Huskisson, the first person to killed by a train in 1830, which stands in Pimlico Gardens on the north bank of the River Thames in London. I was reading Bill Bryson’s book The Road to Little Dribbling whilst having my lunch on a recent trip to London when I came across the reference to Huskisson. As I was close to Pimlico Gardens I thought I would seek it out and take a photo

Stratford upon Avon

Here are a couple of photos from my visit to Stratford last week.

Passenger ferry operated by chains which crosses the River von in Stratford upon Avon, Warwickshire
A big wheel or ferris wheel has been constructed on the bank of the River Avon, Stratford upon Avon, Warwickshire

Wonders of Photoshop

I made the most of a couple of sunny days last week and ended up in neighbouring Warwickshire in the village of Wormleighton to be precise. Here are a pair of images of a photogenic barn in the village, one with the wheelie bin kept in and the other with it removed using Photoshop.

Old barn in Wormleighton
Old barn in Wormleighton before Photoshopping

Dinner Companions

The final “assignment” we had to write for the travel writing course was 250 words about “someone I met while travelling”. Juliet and I like to think we have caught the cruising bug and have undertaken several in recent years. You meet all sorts of interesting people on these trips and this is brief piece about one such encounter. I must admit a little bit of fiction has crept in – we did meet the people mentioned but my description of Sue is not 100% accurate in terms of her jewellery.

“Dev Patel is playing Saroo, while Nicole Kidman is playing me”. On a cruise you meet all sorts of people and this cruise was going to be no exception. 

Sue, from Tasmania was one of our table companions one night at dinner along with her husband and two other couples. Dressed casually in a short sleeved dress to reflect the Mediterranean summer her eyes sparkled as she spoke. Neck length hair complimented her choice of clothing. Her keen personality shone through as we chatted about life, families, the usual small talk when meeting people for the first time.

Dinner on a cruise is a chance for the ladies to dress up and wear lots of statement jewellery. However, Sue and indeed the other ladies on our table were minimalist in terms of adornments. Aside from the usual wedding band she wore a simple necklace, however, on her right wrist there was an unusual looking pearl bangle which glistened in the light from the chandeliers in the dining room. Carefully manicured nails with a shade of pale pink completed her look.

Intrigued we waited for Sue to continue. “John and I adopted 2 Indian boys back in the ‘80s. A few years ago Saroo decided to trace his roots in India and was reunited with his birth mother. Astonishingly she had never given up hope of seeing him again even after 25 years”.

“The bangle?”

 “It is from Madhya Pradesh where Saroo was born, a gift from his mother”.

In 2013 Saroo published his book “A Long Way Home” and the subsequent film “Lion” was released in 2016. It later transpired that his Hindi name was actually “Sheru”, which means “Lion”. Here is a link to a short film made by Saroo about how he used Google Maps to locate his birthplace – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXEvZ8B04bE

Down under Adventure

The next exercise was to write a compelling beginning to a story. My effort centred on the trip Juliet and I made to Australia and New Zealand in 2016.

The trip “Down Under” centred on a 16 night cruise from Sydney to Auckland. We are now in Akaroa on New Zealand’s South Island.

“The penguins are moulting at this time of year,” Shireen our guide informs us. She leads us slowly along the path towards the nesting boxes that are scattered around the hillside. We are on a guided tour with a family run business, Pohatu Penguins, on their farm on Bank’s Peninsula on New Zealand’s South Island. Shireen and her family monitor the largest Little Penguin colony on mainland New Zealand. They can be found at this time of year, January – February, in burrows they have dug out or in man made nesting boxes.

The sea is some way off in the distance which surprises us. Evidently some of the nests we are walking past are up to 700m from the sea and surprisingly 200m up a slope. “When they are not moulting,” Shireen continues “they make the journey to the sea each evening to feed and return around dawn”.

There are characters among the penguins. One was born blind with a deformed flipper so when it has its daily swim it goes around in circles. These are wild penguins and the family see themselves as merely temporary guardians so the likelihood is that this little fellow will sadly have to be put down as it will not survive on its own.

“One very common comment from travellers is, although they have travelled most of the world, Akaroa and Bank’s Peninsula is either the most beautiful or one of the most beautiful destinations they have ever visited.”1

1 Shireen Helps – The Natural Beauty of Bank’s Peninsula – article on website  https://www.newzealand.com/nieuw-zeeland/article/the-natural-beauty-of-banks-peninsula/?&cid=p:sem:UK:FY19:Pure:Google:UK_G_S_DSA_Travel_to_NZ_Canterbury:txt:&kwid=Canterbury&gclid=Cj0KCQiAheXiBRD-ARIsAODSpWOW5FsbBUFobTwZjo4ADp9JZI7WcbJVAmHKZAPQ0DZ8uDGithYUy_gaAou4EALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

A place near me

The next exercise was to describe “a place near me”. Here is my effort.

Steam rises from the frother as the barista prepares the steamed milk for my cappuccino, the hissing sound filling the air around me. My drink is placed on the counter, I pay and take a seat by the window. Cheerful classical music emanates from the hidden speakers dotted around as I take stock of my surroundings. 

Young mums with babes in prams sit in groups discussing the joys of motherhood. Other customers are hunched over their laptops The advent of flexible working means cafes now serve as inexpensive office space. A couple of cups of coffee is a cheap price to pay for somewhere to hold a meeting. What kind of business are they in? No suits, just casually dressed. Maybe every day is a dress down day like it is for me.

Pedestrians scurry past the window wrapped up to ward off the biting cold wind. This is Chipping Norton, one of the highest places in the Cotswolds. The cafe is a refuge from the cold and is extremely popular on days like this and indeed every day. I jokingly refer to it as my “Chipping Norton office”!

I take a tentative sip of my drink. Today it is frothier and more chocolatey than usual, a trainee barista served me, it still tastes good but I end up with a milky moustache. No one notices as I wipe my face. Everyone is either chatting away or studying their laptops or newspapers to pay any attention to my predicament.