We spent a long weekend at our small holding on the Outeniqua Pass a few weeks ago, and while I’d like to say it was mostly magical it was also incredibly sad and emotional for all of us dealing with the loss of my father. This special place was his absolute joy, a place to “tinker” as he would say.
We spent a weekend surrounded by tame deer, market fresh food and the gentle drizzle of Summer rain. Plett for the weekend seems like a major mission for some, but because I’m used to the Garden Route run to visit our small holding on the Outenqiua Pass it doesn’t feel so tiresome for me.
More from the magical East Coast of Coffee Bay. We googled the history of the name while en route, and found various stories explaining why this section of coast was named after a hot morning beverage. The only one that stuck, was a shipwreck of a boat carrying coffee beans for export. It smashed against the rocks, and the beans washed up on the beaches, thus creating a bay of coffee beans. Nothing like a historical reference to get me going.