Dream a little dream
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VERY BLEAK WINTER OF 2021, the Salad Dodger suggested we go away for the weekend. He said he knew a lovely couple, neighbours from years ago, who’d always dreamed of leaving the city and now had a farm with “some cabins in a forest”. (Cue banjos.) They’d been inviting him to visit for years, he said. He’d never mentioned it before. So one Friday in August we drove out to the Overberg. We left late, as we tend to do, and arrived close to 7 pm, in the pitch dark. At this point the Salad Dodger remarked that the farm might be “off the grid”. We parked in a muddy-edged field and Basil and Cathy showed us to what was, even in the dark, a very…