High Diving into Dirt

Our fabulous Grahamstown posters for High Diving and Dirt. I cannot actually believe we leave this Friday - eek! Quite nervous - excited - pressed for time! Of course we also have a public reading of Making Mandela. If you're anywhere near Grahamstown come watch between games, drinking, live music, flee market shopping...

Farting in Public

Ella on the right - being deadpan. Lara - making up for both of them ;)


Ella let one rip in the shop the other day - Renee: 'What do you say Ella?' Ella: 'I've said all I need to say.'

autumn love in the Eastern Freestate

We got married beneath the most enormous willow... it had fallen over and had just kept on growing... we stood in front of a forrest of cotton wood trees... the light dappled in through the tree trunks and falling down leaves... the landrover that brought us to the forest was the very same first series I grew up riding around on as a little girl in botwana... I walked to the most haunting and moving version of 'some where over the rainbow...' amazingly it stopped raining just as we arrived... It was beautiful. I cried. A lot. And I wore red shoes.

Dance me to the end of love...

If ever you get the chance to go to the Eastern Freestate. Go.