We sett off as the sun was peeping over the hill.
Snacks in our saddle packs, the wind at our backs,
We cycled through the winding passes,
Grass whipping past, hearts beating fast,
Whistling through the crisp morning air.
An uphill here, a downhill there,
We rolled up to a dusty intersection.
And a treasure trove of someone else’s dusty memories.
Bathurst is a small farming village in the Eastern Cape, South Africa. A concentration of creativity, it epitomizes the word quaint. My favourite spots are the Wiles Gallery, home to the work of the lovely Lucy Wiles, and her creative ancestors and offspring; The Corner Gallery, playground of the endearing Tori Stowe and her eclectic craft team; resident potter, Richard Pullen’s Open Studio; and The Workshop, a warehouse-style collective space for established and aspiring local artists. It’s also home to a few adorable antique stores, the quirky and bizarre Big Pineapple, and the famous Pig ‘n’ Whistle, South Africa’s oldest pub.
The thing I like most about Bathurst is that it reminds me that you don’t have to be an acclaimed artist selling work to top national galleries in order to make things. It challenges me to be less afraid of my own desire to create.
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