In early March we made our way up north in an old Ford bakkie – a former Highvelder and Namaqualander – to chase stories in Cullinan and Pretoria.
We steered clear of the N1; choosing instead to travel the quieter, more attractive back roads, past Nieuwoudtville, Williston, Vosburg and Kimberley.
As we headed in the direction of Bloemhof, Wolmaransstad and Klerksdorp the cornfields began to appear. We were struck by how wonderfully green and healthy some crops were; while others looked disastrous, colourless and half dead. Our hearts went out to the hapless farmers, but admittedly found our spirits lifting at the sight of fields of sunflower that also greeted us.
But what really took our breath away was the cosmos growing wild along the side of the road. We…