Living on a wine farm is a dream, but I'd just as happily live in my friend M's small townhouse in Cape Town - a formerly ordinaryish cottage that she's converted into stylish perfection by creating open-plan spaces, raising the ceiling to a light-filled vault and bringing the courtyard-garden inside through big picture windows and doors.
This is the gorgeous creature who gets to share this space with her ...
I invited myself for lunch in M's garden ... you would too, if you knew what an artist she is in the kitchen ...
And here is one of my favourite features of Cape living - the outside shower. Hot water, mind you, no spartan freezing-your-buns-off, with all the accessories nearby for a pampered soak, as you stand naked smelling the garden under the stars. (Can you tell I used to have one of these? Sigh)
Someone else I'd been wanting to see was notably absent through lunch, but a pair of ears sticking up from a warm spot on the roof eventually gave her away ...
We lured her with a piece of biltong - that was lip-smacking good ...
Fully awake now - what else have you got for me?
