We took a train trip to the Cherry Festival in Ficksburg. It was a great way to get there and the accommodation was sorted. If you love cherries and fresh green asparagus then this is the place to be in November of each year. You also have to be an afficianado of the most horrendous kitch.
I think the best, was the planters made from old clothing. Imagine a pair of kids jeans that had been petrified with resin, standing up, full of soil, with an alarmingly phallic cactus growing out of it. I think I cracked a rib trying not to laugh out loud. The rest of the stall section of the festival featured equally heart stopping paraphenalia. Worse than these.
It was a long train ride home… but I soothed my overstimulated senses with a bit of sketching!