Another victim for my holiday drawing was my daughter. Her chosen pasttime while being subjected to the torture of the pencil was to paint her fingernails, which is why I didn’t even bother drawing her hands. The wind had picked
Tripping out – part 1
This Christmas, we were on a road trip with my sister and her family. The long hours of driving through the rolling grasslands of the Free State and the arid beauty of the Karoo made me wish that I was