Goed, so die eerste poging tot ‘n boek is nog nie gepubliseer nie. Mens kan egter nie wag daarvoor nie. Die tweede storie wil nou uit.

Hmm, hier is die eerste paar woorde.

We were married in the veld.

On a sweltering December afternoon we faced each other under a canopy of two arching trees, surrounded by laeveld bush, a somewhat small grouping of loyal family and friends and some wonderfully green, young kakiebos. My mother later pointed out that the kakiebos only started giving off the well known foul kakiebos smell when they turned brown.

I guess we were lucky.

Not because of the green carpet of kakiebos, though.