Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Our day had ended on the Farm Brazil. Here we met a really special family, Rocky, his wife Karen and their little daughter Jesse (who was asleep at the time). We were invited into there home situated and one of the most picturesque

Sunday, 13 July 2008 It had been a long hard slog along the coast, deep sand interleafed with really jaggered rock out crops. Occasionally we would be rewarded with a few hundred meters of hard flat beach. Our running had now frizzled out into a plod, our

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 I heard excited chatter and shrieks coming from over the dune as we got ready to start our morning run. Looking up I saw a group of people walking towards us, awash with colour and leading the charge was a tiny figure laughing

Tuesday, 08 July 2008 Port Nolloth originally an old copper belt port, but its now home to a new breed, the hardened diamond diver. Characters larger than life and as you sit and listen to their stories about the coast and look at their weather beaten

Friday, 04 July 2008 The morning mist was slowly parting as the sea breeze heaved it too and fro across the rolling hills, every now and then hooking on the bushes and tearing into pieces of cotton wool like blobs, reforming and slowly rolling on into the

Tuesday, 01 July 2008 A mind blowing buzz, where am I, what’s going on, then realising the source, I stretched for the confounded device, my cellphone. I struggled to switch off the alarm, but soon realised it was a call. Half asleep I answered; it was Xander