The next day we set off early for Calvinia but first we had to make a stop at one of the local church halls to sample pancakes, Hertzoggies (little jam tarts topped with an egg white and coconut mixture) and to buy knitted gloves with the fingertips cut off to enable photography to continue in the cold. Apparently owls sleep in the blue gum trees around the church and we were lucky enough to see one directly above us as we leaned against the car,devouring our sweet treats.
Next was the flower reserve outside Nieuwoudtville where drifts of orange-gold Gazanias were scattered all around.
We had to pick our way through very marshy and muddy fields to get to the flowers and looking through my camera lens instead of at the ground, I stepped into a pothole and took a spectacular tumble onto the field. I later read something about porcupines digging for bulbs, but am not sure if this was what had caused the hole. Seeing I was down there anyway I decided to stay in place and concentrate on the flowers closest to me.
This turned out to be a good idea because I noticed a tiny flower which I would otherwise have missed. To appreciate how exquisitely small it was, you would have to realise that it was about one-tenth the size of one of the Gazanias.
Just as the eye needs a rest from all that orange and yellow you come upon clumps of white Gazanias looking pure and unsullied by mud or insects.
Finally, as we left, we came upon this koppie (little hill) with its balancing boulders formed over time by the cooling and weathering of the of the magma forced up from below ground.