Wolfkop & Citrusdal

6 Oct

Our September long weekend was a much anticipated break for us, and getting out of town was essential.  This time we weren’t looking for adventure, we were looking for REST. After discarding several overpriced and over complicated ideas, we decided to head to the Cederberg, just over two years since our last Citrusdal weekend away there.

WolfkopThis time we stayed in a cottage in the Wolfkop Nature Reserve, just 5km outside of Citrusdal.  It was perfect.  It had every amenity we needed in the kitchen, a fireplace (the Cape hasn’t realised that it’s Spring yet), a big covered deck with a view and sheltered braai area, and big comfy couches in the lounge perfect for afternoon naps.  Some nice little touches were the fresh coffee beans and the pile of juicy sweet oranges.  There is even a Jacuzzi on the deck, though we didn’t get around to trying it.Wolfkop cottage

We arrived on the Friday afternoon in the rain and cold, and took full advantage of the fireplace to cosy up and unwind before preparing a scrumptious fish braai.  On Saturday the weather cleared slightly and we ventured into Citrusdal to see what it had to offer.  The main street was chaos – I think every farm worker for miles around was there doing their shopping – but down the road and around the corner we found two of the only “sights” that the tourist office could suggest: The Citrusdal Museum and the SandveldhuisieSandveldhuisieI loved the Sandveldhuisie – it was a riot of colour and creativity under the leaden sky.  To be honest I’ve forgotten the historical significance of the building, but it’s been turned into a mad little gift/coffee shop (serving only one table) complete with chickens pecking outside, enamel cups on ribbons suspended in the trees, flowers in gumboots and every surface packed with colourful nik naks.  We sipped hot chocolate in front of the fire and then went to investigate the Citrusdal museum next door which doubles as their creative industry workshop space.  The museum is stuffed with interesting objects , from old farm equipment to Victorian dresses,  sewing machines and newspapers from the 1950s, but it’s sadly neglected and a bit of a mess.  The owner of the Sandveldhuisie told us they are trying to get the municipality to let them run it properly and I hope they succeed.  Community projectThe craft workshop area was interesting: they get offcuts from the bridal industry and there were ribbons, laces, swatches and beads sorted into rainbow colours on every surface.  Here women from the community make beautiful vintage looking clothing from all the bits and pieces.

That evening we went to ‘Die Sitrus’ for supper which I remember being impressed with last time, but it’s not the place to go when craving anything of the vegetable variety.  To be fair it is called ‘Die Sitrus – Grillhouse’ and H’s steak was really good, but my heart just wasn’t into my deep fried chicken schnitzel and oil drenched broccoli.  Probably better off with a steak next time.

Sunday dawned with beautiful sunshine which we decided to take advantage of by walking the ‘8km’ trail around Wolfkop. Wolfkop WalkIt ended up being slightly more of an adventure than anticipated, returning 2hours and about 10kms later, but the stunning view of the snow-capped mountains all around once we crested the ridge, the klipspringers and the absolute sense of peace and stillness that comes from being in the middle of nowhere made the scratched legs worthwhile.  The path was very sketchy in places, (markers were usually little cairns, on an essentially rock strewn mountain) and the recent heavy rains made for some slippery footing, but it was good for the soul.

We returned to Cape Town on Monday morning having had more sleep, more food, more reading time, more games of scrabble and more peace than in the last 6 six months (and stocked up with farm stall jams and oranges).

One Response to “Wolfkop & Citrusdal”

  1. Anne December 3, 2013 at 7:40 pm #

    REST: the sound of frogs at night, each species taking their turn on the watery stage; bats pinging in the dark; the soft hooting of an owl – life away from proofreading and deadlines … you describe the perfect place for R-E-S-T!

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