Vincent van Walt's
Travel Journal
Jo’s School, Cape Town
19th April 2020We’d anchored our 1955 wooden sailing boat “Lady Ailsa” near the oyster beds on the south eastern leg of Newtown Creek and it was time for a shower and brunch. Yarmouth would provide both. It’s...
Read MoreSometimes I talk to trees
7th April 2018Some are fascinated by clouds, others by mountains. I happen to like trees.
Read MoreTime and tide waits for no man
25th March 2018As the clocks move forward I reflect on time.
Read MoreDaffodils in the Snow
18th March 2018We're not used to snow. One flake can disrupt life for days. Several inches and one would think that we've been transponded to Siberia. The media can't get enough of it. We've had the beast from the east...
Read MoreI cannot remember her name
2nd February 2018She can't be more than 12 or 13 years old and we can only imagine what her life must really be like and I am ashamed that I can't even remember her name because I bet she can remember mine.
Read MoreThe Lupins of New Zealand
24th December 2017Two people told me the story of an Englishwoman, who, while travelling through New Zealand, thought it a good idea to sprinkle lupin seeds over the countryside as she trecked through the South Island....
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