Potjie Pap
"Look Steve, it isn't possible to impart a skill like this over the phone. If you are serious, you will have to attend a demonstration and lecture. I will be cooking pap with our chicken pot on Sunday."
“A stitch in time saves nine” is an old English proverb that advises one to take remedial action sooner rather than later. It harks back to the days when people would mend articles of clothing in order to prolong their usefulness.
This is an example of wind erosion that gradually undermined a structure until one day it toppled over and will have to be rebuilt at a considerable cost.
Here is the bench on Granddad’s Path, which starts at the bottom of Marine Road. (It is called Granddad’s Path because my father was the one who blazed this trail through the veld more than 35 years ago.) It looks like it, too, will soon fall over if nothing is done to shore it up.
And this is the bench above the Rotunda parking area.
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