...this way comes

The Highveld is in deep winter—its driest season. The grass has long since surrendered to shades of straw and ash, waiting patiently for a spring that still feels impossibly distant. Oddly enough, though, winter has not been particularly cold this year. Apart from that one bitter, sub-zero morning during our little escape to Rayton —the same morning that left the veld covered in delicate flowers…