5 Things to do in Hopefield, on the Cape West Coast

I’d never been to Hopefield, until my latest house- and pet-sitting gig landed in my inbox. It’s one of those small West Coast havens in the heart of Fynbos country, where people flock to, come Spring, to see the land covered in wildflowers.

wildflowers western cape

In Spring, parts of the Cape West Coast are covered in a multi-coloured blanket of wildflowers that draw scores of snap-happy tourists.

Granted, it’s autumn, so no flowers. And the severe drought we’re having has dried up the river that runs through the town. Still, I had nine days to slow into the Hopefield pace of life, on a plot on a dirt road just outside town. Keeping me company were two dogs, a kitten (!), and shelves and shelves of books. (One of the homeowner couple is also a freelance writer.)

The house had no alarm, and the gates to the property are left open (both rare in South Africa). I worked with the doors open, looking at views of horses and alpacas. Amid all the farm murder and land grab discourse circulating the land, it was a privilege to be in open space, sans high walls, noisy city neighbours, and Cape Town’s howling southeaster. I made a retreat of it by reading very little online, turning off the radio, watching the sunset each evening on the veranda, and walking the property under the night sky.

zoute river hopefield

The oddly soothing view of the dry Zoute River from the main house overlooking horses, alpacas and sheep.

The owners, who rent out a cottage to creatives needing somewhere quiet to work, are great people. We spent an evening drinking wine and chatting under the stars, as they filled me in on the house, pets, and local amenities.


cottage kitchen










Unsurprisingly, the town boasts a Pep store and (more surprising) a basic Spar − which the owners jokingly call “Sparse”. (True, it’s not fancy pants. But the staff are super friendly, and it does stock things you might not see in a city Spar, like a section for wool, and Jigsimur – that vile-tasting but effective aloe drink helping many a tannie’s ailments.)

Other than that, it’s mostly churches (and a newish Internet café where I could do printing and scanning, etc.). Hopefield was started as a church community in the 1800s, and it still boasts a ridiculous amount of churches for the size of the population – including the iconic Dutch Reformed Church built in 1879, where you can still hear the antique Foster & Andrews organ installed in 1911 being played during Sunday services.

Dutch Reformed Church Hopefield

The NG Kerk on Hopefield’s Church Street.

On my first trip to the Spar, I was thinking: This really is a one-horse town, when a man came by trotting on a horse in the middle of “the high street” (Voortrekker Road). So it’s more a one-horse, one-man town 🙂 And therein lies its appeal. Hopefield looks like a Karoo dorpie, but it’s just a 1.5 hours’ drive from the Mother City. You may literally see a chicken cross the road, like I did, and have to let sleeping dogs lie where they are, in the middle of the road in the middle of the day. Another indication on the smallness of the place is that the police station is on Stasie [station] street; the main church is on Kerk [church] street. So you’re not likely to get lost 🙂

Here are five other ways to while away the (slowed-down) time on your visit…

Bees and propolis products

Inside the sweet-smelling Simply Bee shop of affordable natural products.


The morning I left for Hopefield, I’d been admiring the new Simply Bee range of solid perfumes at a health shop in the city, not knowing that the beauty brand is based in Hopefield. The beekeeping family behind Simply Bee are passionate about bees, which is evident when you visit their observation centre, on Church Street. There’s a hive behind glass, and other educational material for tour groups or individuals to browse and observe. Fascinating stuff, and the friendly staff are right there to answer any of your bee-related questions as you watch the activity of the hive. They also stock products for beekeeping, which is becoming increasingly popular as a hobby in the Cape. Next door, there’s the rather pretty Simply Bee shop, packed with their honey, propolis and beeswax products.

farmer market hopefield

Fresh finds — yummo!


Every Saturday, locals catch up at The Mill Country Fair Market, organised by the Merry Widow guesthouse, also on Church Street. It’s a farmer’s market, so you can get fresh produce, yummy breads, homemade condiments and the like. I went with a small shopping bag, but when I saw the wares, I immediately grabbed one of the huge baskets they have for you to fill – which I did in about 15 minutes. The food is seriously good, and seriously cheap. One of the recent locals in town later told me that’s one of the reasons she’s loving her move to the country. Local food is affordable, and she watches a lot of it grow right next to where she lives. I bought biltong, organic meat, a quince, figs, cheese, pesto, wild mushrooms, sweet mustard and more… (the mini milk tarts and mince jaffle griddle toasties are divine, BTW).

Langebaan kitesurfing lagoon

The dreamy, desolate beauty of Langebaan Lagoon.


The place where many learn to kitesurf is a 20-minute drive away, so off I went for a day of beach reading and kitesurf watching. The area has seen a lot of development since I was last there, thanks to the influx of kitesurfers, but the beach was still pretty quiet on the weekday I went. I found a seashell shop, called Neptune’s Cave, the likes of which I haven’t seen since childhood, which made my heart happy. And looking at the blue of the seascapes there made me completely get the West Coast’s particular appeal. I had mussels and a glass of vino at the beachfront bar this time, but would recommend going to Die Strandloper, if you’re after a serious seafood feast nearby.

dollhouse miniature

This grand little design beckons you in…


On my way out of town, I spotted a dollhouse outside shop next to Moose, another gift-shop-come-café popular with locals. What a find! Inside, there are haberdashery and craft items, alongside a row of dollhouse ‘box rooms’, including a garage, a fabric shop, a grocery store, and a medieval-style chamber, complete with four-poster bed. The book The Miniaturist, by Jessie Burton, came to mind. I asked the owner/dollhouse-maker if she’d read it. (She had.) And she told me about the Mouse Mansion.

“Do you have daughters and granddaughters,” I asked.

“I do,” she replied. “But dollhouses and miniatures aren’t for children. They’re for adults.”

I tend to agree 🙂

tart tapas


The homeowners were glad to have found someone who takes pet-sitting seriously, but they didn’t want me getting cabin fever, so they reminded me about the new local tapas spot (yes, you can even get tapas in small towns these days). T’Art is situated overlooking the river, at the town’s small theatre, Monte Christo. It’s currently only open on Wednesday and Friday evenings, and it’s BYO until they get their liquor licence. So take a good bottle and select titbits from the blackboard options, while the resident cat entertains you with his antics on the Moroccan-tiled stoep. I had octopus with potatoes, a veg phyllo pastry one, and the most delicious mini burgers I’ve ever eaten – seriously juicy! The chef, Werner, trained as a pastry chef, so if you like sweet things (I don’t), I’m told they’re to die for. (His pretty creations are also on sale at the Saturday market).

Hopefully, I’ll be back in Hopefield in Spring for the wildflowers and annual flower show, and to visit the fossil museum, and have a beer at Die Plaasmol.


  • If you’re interested in staying in the cottage of the property I looked after, check out the listing, here.
  • Read more on the architecture of Hopefield (and get a pear pavlova recipe!), here.

The spot for romance … in Roodepoort?!

Maybe it was seeing the bridal party as we arrived and stepping on their scattered rose confetti, or spying the couple sneaking a kiss under the trees away from their picnic party, but today’s visit to the botanical gardens near Roodepoort stirred a sense of romance in my soul.

It seems fitting that the gardens are named after the late anti-apartheid activist Walter Sisulu, as the romance he shared with his wife, Albertina, is the stuff of legends. (Learn more about it here.) I couldn’t help but think of the iconic couple when walking past the “dancing trees” – two trees that have grown beautifully entwined…

Situated about 30km from the Joburg CBD, the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens is one eight national botanic gardens in South Africa. It’s apparently been a popular picnic spot since the Gold Rush of the 1800s, and so it remains: the park has been voted the best place to get back to nature in Gauteng for nine years in a row.

There is grassland and savanna, a cycad garden, a bird hide, a restaurant and waterfall. You can also learn a bit about plants in the educational section, or brush up on the geology of the area on the JCI Geological Trail.

But if it’s romance you’re after, the shady kloofs and bubbling streams will be more to your liking. And with over 220 bird species spotted in the area, you’re guaranteed a soothing chirruping soundtrack to accompany your tranquil walk or picnic. Try spot the breeding pair of Verreaux’s (black) eagles, which nest above the gardens’ dramatic waterfall.

Graffiti on tree at Walter Sisulu Gardens

Forbidden love: Graffiti on a tree. Tsk, tsk…

The absence of litter, thanks to the park’s “take out what you take in” policy, means you can expect a clean, more natural experience, which makes a great alternative to lunch out at one of Joburg’s many malls.

For more information, visit the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Garden page on the SANBI site here.

There is also a Facebook group for the gardens.

memorial plaque at Walter Sisulu Gardens

Evidence of storge – “family love”, one of the four types of love the Ancient Greeks identified – in this memorial plaque for a son lost too soon.

Why it’s wise to plant a wild peach tree

A guided walk I took through Newlands Forest the other day, to identify indigenous Afromontane tree species, turned out to be uber interesting.

Did you know, for instance, that ‘Oom’ Jan Van Riebeek, the Dutch ‘founder’ of Cape Town, actually lived in Bishop’s Court, not the Castle, as widely believed? That the well-to-do Constantia moms fight with the council to remove bat poop, rich in seeds from the Outeniqua yellowood tree, from their crisp-white walls? Or that the iris was named after the Greek goddess of the rainbow?

Settler history, class gossip and Greek mythology aside, I also learnt a few things about local plants, such as: If there’s one indigenous tree you should plant in your Cape garden above all others, make it the wild peach.


As our guide Mark Hawthorne (great surname for a tree guide), from Table Mountain Treks and Tours, explained: “With Wild Peach in the garden, you create a whole ecosystem.”

Wild peach tree

Kiggelaria Africana / Wild peach tree

A Peachy World
Also known as Kiggelaria Africana, umKokoko (Xhosa), Lekgatsi (South Sotho), Monepenepe (North Sotho), wildeperske (Afrikaans), uMunwe (Zulu) and Muphatavhafu (Venda), the wild peach is a natural pioneer of the Afromontane forest. If an area is cleared of indigenous vegetation, it’ll likely be the first to return, paving the way for regeneration. They grow quickly, too, and are evergreen.

The wild peach attracts loads of birds and butterflies. On its leaves, we found these creepy critters – the caterpillar larvae of the Garden Acrea (Acraea horta) butterly that pollinates fynbos and has been so prolific in Cape Town of late.

In late October, the Oranjezicht City Farm posted on FB about the buttlerflies being all over their wild onion and trees in late October, getting a lot of responses from others who’d noticed a lot of them flitting round the city this spring.

The spiked caterpillar of the Acrea horta strip the wild peach of its leaves (Picture courtesy Wikipedia Commons)

The spiked caterpillar of the Acrea horta strip the wild peach of its leaves (Picture courtesy Wikipedia Commons)

In nature, things that are poisonous or dangerous often look that way. This punky fella is pumped full of the cyanide that laces the leaves of the wild peach. This is why the caterpillar is not popular snack for birds, apart from Klaas’s Cuckoos – “they’re the only birds that can stomach it,” said Mark.

Another bird that loves the wild peach is the sweet-looking Cape white-eye. And if you watch your tree closely, you may even spot the shy boomslang waiting to prey on it… The tree that brings wildlife to your back garden will last for years, and in its old age it will develop this sturdy-looking ‘elephant foot’.

Wild peach trunk

Majestic wild peach elder’s ‘foot’

Our guided walk ended at the ruins of Paradise (Paradys), the former master woodcutter’s house that later became the holiday house for Lady Anne Barnard, the British socialite, artist and travel writer who lived in the Cape, on the property that is now the Vineyard hotel, with her husband Andrew Barnard from 1797 to 1802.

At varsity I was lucky enough to be taught by Professor Margaret Lenta, one of the editors of The Cape Diaries of Lady Anne Barnard, which documented how the Cape’s ‘First Lady’ overcame challenges to keep living in the style she was accustomed to (I recall the #ColonialProblem of keeping meat fresh for dinner guests in the African heat).

If you fantasise about time travel like I do, you can read some of her writing here and here. SA writer Anjie Krog also became fascinated by voyeuristic traveller back in the 1980s and published a volume of poems titled Lady Anne.

Paradise ruins at Newlands forest

The site of the ruins of Lady Anne Barnard’s home, Paradise. Now overgrown, it once would have had epic views. To the left is a large poplar tree. They were brought to the Cape as a windbreak for the oaks.

Lady Anne Barnard's paradise

Here is Lady Anne Barnard’s drawing of Paradise back in its day.

Lady Ane Barnard's drawing of Paradise, Newlands Forest

Picture courtesy of Wiki Commons

Some other things I saw…

Diospyros whyteana

The glossy leaves of the Diospyros whyteana (bladder-nut tree)

Wild almond tree trunk

The wild almond tree was the first indigenous tree to be propagated by the Dutch. Apparently one of Jan Van Riebeeck’s favourite, it was used to form a dense boundary fence to stop the Khoikhoi from grazing their livestock in Dutch areas and is so seen by some as one of the earliest examples of apartheid. While we were here, we heard a fiery-necked nightjar call. “That’s one for the books”, said Mark, who has never heard one call during the day in his 30-odd years of working in conservation. Eery.

Wild iris

The brilliant blue Aristea capitata

Mark and camphor bush

Our guide, Mark, in front of a camphor bush, which attracts nesting birds. A second later, a crow and a Jackal Buzzard flew by.


The ‘praying hands’ (baby leaves) of the Rooiels (Cunonia capensis/Butterspoon), usually found along river banks and in waterfall ravines. The ‘spoons’ beneath them secrete a kind of sunscreen to protect the baby leaves from UV rays.

Cape lappett

The gorgeous caterpillar of the Cape Lappett moth looks good enough to stroke. (Luckily I learned that lesson in nursery school.)