Writing and Editing
Students strike a literary pose at Franschoek wine farm.
JMS4 Writing and Editing students arrived at the Franschhoek Literary Festival at the same time as the first serious cold front of winter.
This is how the writing students remember their field trip:
Auctioning off stories at hoity-toity side-walk cafés and then meandering over to the talks, clothes freckled with rain drops. – Remy
A deeply disturbing insight into the world of the rich and snobbish: one wonders how the residents of Franschhoek can live in such naïve isolation. –Sipho
A toy town hemmed in by majestic mountains and rolling vineyards, where directions always start with ‘On the corner...’ – Lynley
Road tripping in the rain to an autumnland animatedly fake: we came, we saw, we got wet, and left a little bit wiser. – Ilana
Nothing can describe the taste of a crisp chardonnay, while digesting the eclectic words of Lebo Mashile, at the petite corner cafe. – Jessica
A love of words brought us together to celebrate writing in a rainy paradise of cobblestone roads and quaint buildings, with the air smelling of beauty and books. – Celeste
Student Sarah-Jane Bradfield in conversation with author Andre Brink.
Valleys of greens and golds kept me silent in my own thoughts until my brewing inspiration had me babbling in excitement. – Kate
Surprise around every corner, in a funny town, filled with wonder, the Elephant and Barrel, I remember most, 'twas there we gave a toast ... to words. – Duncan
Ignoring the ache of cold, the squelch of water in my socks, eyes open in the wind, to mountains and mist, cottages and cheese, wine and windows, fires and chocolates and the satisfying taste of words, still binding us together. – Tammy
A faux French exterior, a warm inside; Franshhoek glistens with wine, wet and words. – Laura