Road to Nowhere
Words Jade Cooke, Pics Kendall-Leigh Nash/HSMimages
It was the ducks’ fault. A snowy-feathered, orange-beaked congregation of them was gathered far too picturesquely around the pond at Lord’s Guest Lodge for us to simply pass by after finishing breakfast. Many snaps of the smartphone camera later, we were running quite behind schedule for the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it McGregor Saturday morning market.
‘Don’t be silly!’ admonishes Heidi Muller, our impromptu welcome wagon from the McGregor Tourism office, as we rush on to the village green spilling apologies. ‘You’re on McGregor time now – there’s no such thing as late.’ She’s right, of course. All of South Africa’s small towns offer a much-needed return to the slow lane, but McGregor has it down to a fine art.
When we’d arrived the previous evening just before sunset, not a soul was about. Laid out in a neat grid just five streets wide, the town itself took all of 30 minutes to meander around, including stopping to admire all the beautifully preserved Victorian cottages and iceberg roses in every second garden. A tumbleweed floating down Voortrekker Street, the main drag, made me wonder if this wasn’t some elaborate village-wide practical joke. Then, on the next corner, three teenage boys who wouldn’t have looked out of place at a nightclub were racing home-made go-karts down the hill, the anachronism so much more convincing than any marketing spiel about slow living ever could be.
In comparison to the previous night’s desolation, this morning’s market is practically bustling. In the shadow of the town’s church steeple we load up with home-made lemon cordial, Jerusalem artichokes, tree tomatoes and fresh greens, labneh, pâté, huge bags of pecans, a jar of honeyed almonds and freshly brewed ginger beer. The latter we can’t help but pop open and sip as Heidi tells us how the town, originally called Lady Grey after the Cape governor’s wife, was renamed in 1906 thanks to parishioners of the church we’re standing beside, who wanted to honour their retiring pastor, one Reverend Andrew McGregor.
Since 10 am seems a little indiscreet to be visiting wineries, we do the next best thing: an organic, pressed grape juice tasting at Villagers, a bright, quirky little shop on Voortrekker that also functions as an outlet for Rhebokskraal Olive Estate, which is just outside of town. Pinotage, Cabernet and Hanepoot juice all feature, and you can while away a goodly amount of time with the array of tapenades and olive products available for tasting.
Across the road, Edna Fourie is opening up shop. McGregor is home to its fair share of artists, and its sweet 10-stop art route includes Edna’s gallery. A successful and prolific oil painter, Edna made the decision some years ago to cease exhibiting all over the country, which she felt was diluting the message of her work, and instead launch her exclusive gallery in McGregor. The light-filled space is now home to a permanent display of her work as well as revolving sale pieces, including installation and sculpture.
A little off the beaten Voortrekker track is Millstone Pottery, where Paul de Jongh can be found at the wheel every day of the week, surrounded by hundreds of his creations. One of few potters in South Africa who wood-fire their work, Paul will happily chat to you about his love for the medium, the beautiful unpredictability of working with fire, and the perfection of a flaw.
Half an hour later, we’ve given up on appearances and are bumping along the dirt road to Lord’s Wines. One of five estates on the relatively small McGregor wine route (the others being Buffalo Creek, Kingsriver, McGregor Winery and Tanagra), Lord’s enjoys a cool climate thanks to its position 500m above sea level, and produces some award-winning pinot noir as a result. We’re lucky enough to be met by owner Jacie Oosthuizen, who treats us to a barrel tasting – the only downside being that we can’t take any of his delicious oak-aged Shiraz home with us.
Were you to follow the road further, past Lord’s, you’d get ... nowhere. Between 1865 and 1880, work was begun on a road to connect McGregor to Greyton, on the other side of the Boesmanskloof Pass. They didn’t get very far (to put it mildly) before running out of money, and though an attempt was made in the ’20s to revive the project, it has never been completed. To leave McGregor, you need to do an about-face and head back the way you came, down Voortrekker and along the mountain-flanked road to Robertson. It’s a delightful notion, really, that road to nowhere, and one so fitting with this shy yet bountiful town. McGregor is the end of the road – at one and the same time a welcoming hearth and an invitation to wander off the beaten path in search of something a little different. If you’re feeling energetic, there is a footpath leading from the unfinished road to a lovely little waterfall, or you can hike the Boesmanskloof Pass over into Greyton.
With a wine tasting behind us and rain on the horizon, we opt not to hike today. Heading back into town, one of the busiest and most central attractions is, somewhat incongruously, a spiritual haven. A lovely accommodation option from which to explore the area, Temenos is probably best known for its silent retreats and wellness options, from massage and yoga to the more esoteric jin shin jyutsu and rune reading. The estate occupies an entire block, most of which is dedicated to beautiful gardens of the meandering path variety. Interspersed in the lush foliage are benches for contemplation and – in typically open-minded Temenos fashion – places of worship for a variety of religions, including a tiny chapel with blue windows and purple walls called Temore, the inner temple of the heart. After a long soul-restoring wander in the gardens and an hour’s deep tissue massage under the healing hands of Deidre Scott-Rogerson, my own heart’s temple must surely be filled with song.
So much art and culture can be thirsty work, but if there’s one thing a small town does well, it’s a cosy pub, and McGregor’s Old Post Office doesn’t disappoint. There’s an impressive selection of whiskies (likely a nod to the town’s tenuous Scottish connections) but we opt instead for Saggy Stone, a fruity local craft brew.
‘It’s my birthday, you know,’ John, the grey-haired Manchurian proprietor, tells us as we settle on stools, pints in hand. ‘Let’s drink to that.’
‘Only joking, no it’s not. But maybe we can drink to it not being my birthday. We drink to everythin’ aroun’ here: birthdays, funerals, weddings, divorces, Tuesday...’
Drinking may be a fond hobby, but food is taken quite seriously in McGregor. If you’re here for but a weekend, phone ahead to book dinner at Tebaldi’s (attached to Temenos) and Karoux, because in true small-town style, both have extremely limited seating.
The philosophy at the latter is a return to the time when the family table always had space for one more, and the cosy dining room couldn’t be more in keeping with it. Then there’s ex-Capetonian couple Aimée van Hecke and Ryan Josten, who run the operation almost single-handedly – think of them as Karoux’s mom and dad.
‘Luckily we have a lady in the kitchen who washes the dishes at the end of the night!’ says Aimee, who manages front of house (including waiting on the handful of tables) while Ryan makes the magic happen in the kitchen – small-town feel, big-city flavour. They have a weekly changing menu, and not just because blackboards are in vogue: every Wednesday, the couple visits the surrounding farms to source the best possible local produce for dinner service Thursday to Monday, which is almost always fully booked.
A generous portion of mussels and a superb duck confit later, I can’t help but compare the lively buzz of Karoux to the deserted streets and shut-up doors of our arrival. As it turns out, most of McGregor had been tucked up at Wahnfried, a private house on the edge of town that functions as a cultural centre, for the Friday night film screening.
That’s the thing about McGregor. There are no bright lights, no aggressive marketing campaigns, no in-your-face tourism infrastructure. Half the time you can’t even find the town’s denizens. But as you scratch the surface, its layers – and its people – start to reveal themselves to you.
If this is the road to nowhere, then nowhere’s where I want to be.
Surrounded by rolling fynbos as far as the eye can see, with McGregor twinkling in the distance, Lord’s Guest Lodge still somehow feels like an escape to the Scottish highlands. Choose between the four executive free-standing cottages or book a luxury room in the main house, all of which come standard with fireplaces to keep the winter chill out. If you’d prefer to be in the village proper, the self-catering 26B Van Reenan (the clue is in the name) sleeps five and offers a modern interior, beautiful gardens and a lap pool.
023 625 1881, http://lordsguestlodge.co.za (All accommodation in the area can be booked free of charge through www.tourismmcgregor.co.za.)
A boutique wine farm just outside the village, Tanagra’s real appeal is its ‘marc’ – what would be called grappa, if the Italians hadn’t claimed sole rights to the name. German couple Robert and Anette Rosenbach will lead you in a wonderfully relaxed tasting to discover the intricacies of this fiery spirit.
023 625 1780, www.tanagra-wines.co.za
The rugged landscape of Vrolijkheid Nature Reserve, on the road between Robertson and McGregor, is home to 175 bird species, including the jackal buzzard, pale chanting goshawk and the African fish eagle, as well as a number of small buck. Take the fairly flat, three-kilometre Heron Trail to the reserve’s two dams, each of which have a hide, or grab your day pack and tackle the more strenuous 18 km Rooikat Trail through the Elandsberg mountains.
023 625 1671, www.capenature.co.za
A new addition to the town’s line-up of activities, guided cycling tours of the surrounding area can now be booked through McGregor Tourism. Routes include the Vrolijkheid Nature Reserve, Old Robertson Road, Rhebokskraal Road, Strykhoogte Pass and McGregor Hills, and you can even hire bikes from the tourism office for a small fee. Or enter the three-day Road2Nowhere mountain bike challenge, from 12 to 14 September 2014.
Described as ‘a tranquil haven for the broken-spirited, both human and animal’, Eseltjiesrus Donkey Sanctuary is home to some 20 rehabilitated equines who will muscle their way into your heart before you know it. Be sure to seek out blonde-maned Dowe Dolla to rest your face on her pillow-soft forelock, before retiring to the on-site restaurant for anything from pancakes to lamb shank.
023 625 1593, www.donkeysanctuary.co.za
Source: Cape Etc