Why we live in Franschhoek…

A few months ago I nipped out for a morning jog, before the sun hit the valley floor. Up at 6 for a 5 kilometre round-trip: down the road, over the river, up past Mont Rochelle Hotel, down the hill past the various Champagnes, over the common, left at the monument at the main road and home. The day after I took my camera. The valley is still, apart from the birds. Occasionally one passes a fellow a stumbling jogger coming the other way, and then I brush with some hobos drinking coffee.