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Travels with my mother

On a Sunday recently I traveled with my mother to her hometown in the Boland, the winelands north east of Cape Town where her migrant father and his father established a cooperage at the turn of a century. We went in her old metallic blue Valiant sedan she’d traded in decades ago. “Seat belt on?” I said from my place 10,000km away. “Buckle up.” Read ….