Weekend Musings: On the Way to Betty’s Bay

March 4, 2019

I’ve had an inner battle with myself and my blog over the past year. Do people even bother to read blog posts nowadays, or do most of you simply stick to instagram? If so, what’s the point? After my inner debate I’ve decided to keep the blog running purely as a journal for myself to look back on one day. I’m not the greatest writer, but I do love documenting and curating the pleasures of life, be it fashion, travel, food or just general life hacks and daily inspiration, having a space to share these things and a community of online ‘friends’ has been such an exciting journey and I thank you all for being a part of it.

One of the things I think I’d like to start sharing more of on this platform is a more ‘unfiltered’ version of my life. By unfiltered I mean what I truly get up whether it happens to be blog worthy or stylish or not I feel like sharing a little more of that side of myself. The side of un-ironed shirts, flat hair, makeup-less faces, more friends, more family and just more of life itself. I’ve started shooting a lot more on my film camera which has been a great way for me to stay connected to the present – there’s no scrolling through images making sure I’ve perfected the pose – just one click and a week or so’s wait till I get the film back. It’s kind of exhilarating!

On that note, here is a roll of film I shot this last weekend…

We spent a rather hangover Saturday morning at the Lourensford Hanepoot Harvest in Somerwest-West scouring  the vines for hanepoot grapes. Every year around harvest time Lourensford opens up their vineyards to the public for 2 days where you can pick as many table grapes for R25 a kg. This year the farm experienced bumper participation that far exceeded that of previous years and supple was limited, however we still managed to walk away with 4kg’s of juicy sweet hanepoot grapes.

After our harvest session we headed over to the Lourensford Winery for a wine tasting. Lourensford offers 5 kinds of wine tastings: Flagship Chrysalis tastinga premium tasting, a standard tasting, a wine and chocolate pairing – and the latest addition to the family – a blind wine tasting challenge.

We opted for the premium tasting which includes any 4 wines of the Limited Release range or MCC. Seeing as the sun was out I opted for a choice of lighter, fresher wines:
– MCC Brut 2012
– Chardonnay 2016
– The Chrysalis white blend 2015
– SMV 2016

We walked out with a box of bubbles, a bottle of their honey liqueur, and another wine farm ticked off my list.

After our tasting we road tripped to Betty’s Bay for a night’s escape by the sea. The poor town of Betty’s Bay and surrounds was recently attacked by wild fires that left something like 48 homes burned to the ground. I felt like I was starring in an apocalyptic film alongside Denzel Washington at times, beautiful yet eerie.

We rented a quaint home right on the seaside. Cosy and unpretentious, the perfect little weekend escape. (I’ve linked the airbnb page for you should you be interested.) We spent the afternoon drinking Corona’s on the rocks while soaking up the sun and as dusk began to occur we made geroosterde broodjies (Afrikaans for toasted sandwiches) on the braai (BBQ).

On Sunday, after returning from Betty’s Bay, we attending the Kirstenbosch Summer Concerts Series to watch the Cape Philharmonic Orchestra preform at the beautiful botanical gardens amongst the trees and looming mountain range. We packed an epic (if I do say so myself) picnic basket and spent the evening listening to Mozart and Beethoven.

As the sun began to set and the weekend came to an end I thought to myself how incredibly blessed I am to be constantly surrounded by such positive energy forces. Cheesy I know, but it’s the truth. I have a life that I live to the fullest and I’m proud of it.

Biarritz On Film

May 16, 2018

I finally had some film developed that I shot awhile back when I was on holiday in Biarritz France. Biarritz was one of those kinds of holidays where I hardly had my phone on me and refused to carry my Canon 5D around, instead I opted for a simple disposable camera. I was way too preoccupied with baguettes and red wine to be chasing that perfect insta moment.

Our week in Biarritz followed pretty much the same daily routine. Wake up around 12pm, (Who was I!? I usually never sleep past 8am) eat a croissant, a pain au chocolat and some baguette, head down to the beach while the boys surfed and us girls caught the last of the summer rays while either gossiping or devouring our summer read, laze around the house or go for a motorbike ride along the rocky coast, head out for dinner, paint the town red and return home around 4am.

We were invited to Biarritz by two of our nearest and dearest friends, Kelly and Sylvain. Their holiday house is something out of a French 70’s seaside digs, surfboards and wetsuits scatter the front yard, there’s a silver airstream trailer our front and a Buda with a wreath of flowers around it’s neck. Enough beds to sleep 10 of us and there’s ALWAYS a baguette somewhere in the house, a fridge full of rosé and litres of Get 27  on the go.

One of the highlights of Biarritz is the food markets, I’ve never before seen quality like that. The freshest of fresh groceries from juicy tomatoes and delectable cuts of chateaubriand to bottles of aged red wine and freshly caught octopus. It’s any foodie’s paradise.

If there’s 3 words I would use to sum up our stay in Biarritz they would have to be:


So where exactly is Biarritz? Well it’s “an elegant seaside town on southwestern France’s Basque coast and has been a popular resort since European royalty began visiting in the 1800s. It’s also a major surfing destination, with long sandy beaches and surf schools.”

A popular symbol of Biarritz is the statue of the Virgin Mary on the rocky outcrop of Rocher de la Vierge which you can reach via a footbridge and has sweeping views of the Bay of Biscay.

As far as where to eat my mind draws a complete blank! Pretty much anything and everything is delicious in France and when staying with 10 frenchman you kind of just learn to fall in step and follow the pack because you bound to end up somewhere exceptional down some quite street where someone in your group knows the owner and food is simply ordered in a flurry of words and placed in front of you. Oh you don’t eat liver, oh well, everything’s in French and you only realise afterwards you just ate some but it’s ok because it’s delicious and the wine keeps pouring and the night becomes alive and you end up in some cheesy gay bar singing french karaoke, dancing till you can’t breath anymore and drinking pacharan to the early hours of the morning, you order a cab home or ambitiously attempt the 45min walk home and eventually fall into bed as the sun begins to rise and think to yourself damn, if only life was always this carefree.

Thanks for the sharing your spirit with us Biarritz.

All photos snapped on disposable camera by myself and Justin Polkey









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