‘There is a lovely road that runs from Ixtapo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it. The road climbs seven miles into them, to Carisbrooke; and from there, if there is no mist, you look down on one of the fairest valleys of Africa.’ Alan Paton, Cry, The Beloved Country 1948
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 