SHOWCASE & BLOG

The vans are lined up on Kalk Bay pier. The catch is in, and it's a big one. Silvery snoek lie in a glistening heap, but not for long....

By Melanie Jessop Tae-Bo, our Staffordshire Terrier, is miserable. Every furry fibre of his being exudes dejection. His stocky brindle...

By Cathy Eden My walk this morning takes me over Belmont bridge and up to Rondebosch common. At the crest of the bridge there’s an...

My walk this morning takes me over Belmont bridge and up to Rondebosch common. At the crest of the bridge there’s an apartment window...

Twelve months seem to have flashed by and here we are, preparing for another trip around the sun. I'm not one for new year's resolutions,...

By Belinda Wilkinson It was her awkwardness that got me interested: The overly-applied make up, the slight wonk of the lipstick, the too...

By Carri Kuhn I watch the steady stream of water pouring into the jug, early morning sun reflecting off the glass. It is beautiful, the...

'Come to dinner,' Elizabeth said, 'I want you and Jean to meet each other.' To be fair, I have to point out that it was hellish hot that...

Facebook is awash with encouraging little memes of the carpe diem variety. Some are twee, some are quite inspiring, but I've often...

By Cathy Eden Autumn is, without doubt, my favourite time of year. The debilitating heat of summer is over; the smog-clearing wind, for...

By Cathy Eden I smell him before I see him: feral, dank, his scuffed denims exuding the mustiness of last night’s inhospitable subway....

By Penny Marek One of the definitions of ‘Synchronicity’ is “the coincidental occurrence of events and especially psychic events (such as...

Cape Town’s wild and beautiful Whale Trail is a must – as long as you are fit enough to enjoy it. By Cathy Eden My energetic neighbour...

By Vicki Erskine The siren of the airport conveyor belt wails, signalling to the travellers that it is game on. They check the carousal...

Watch the scudding clouds and the light playing over the emerald fields and silvery loughs, and you'll agree that a wee spot of rain...

Moments before sunrise, the beach is a low-tide swathe of silvery sand, cold and firm underfoot. The water is flat and grey, skimmed by...

By Carri Kuhn I watch the waves as they travel to the shore, rolling in again and again. As with life, there is no way to stop their...

By Anna Hug When we were kids, Mum used to drive us to Plas Madoc Leisure Centre in Wales. It was a long brick building with a curved...

By Anna Hug It was a seventies nylon sleeping bag. Orange on the outside and lumo yellow inside. It smelt faintly of sick. And it came to...

By Calene Kruger Pathologically opposed to bedding his own wife, uncle Oscar spent his life moving from one climactic moment to another...