Good friends are one of the most precious gifts on earth, and I have been spoilt by many. Most of those met by 1972 were at my wedding.
The Burhoven-Jaspers family.
The van Hees family.
The Sabatier family.
Doc Loxton and my work friends, including Bruce Barichievy and Brian Nicholson.
Charles Howard (Jed) and Valerie.
Ian Pringle, who drove Greet to the church.
Rollo Brent-Meek, who lent me his bakkie with canopy for our honeymoon.
At eleven that night, we were more or less evicted from our party, so reluctant were we to go. Of course our honeymoon vehicle had been detected, the door handles bedecked with toothpaste, the rotor removed, the exhaust blocked with a potato and festooned with tin cans. Later I even found a six-pack provided by Bert Sabatier in the suitcase that had been “safely locked away”, when we finally got to the Union Hotel (yes, the same wateringhole of previous posts) in Pretoria, where we were to spend our first night.We had a few days in the magical Drakensberg Mountains before going to Durban, then up the Natal coast to Richards Bay. It was an idea of mine to start a fishing supply business, bait and tackle, hire out boats, etc., there at the newly established port, but after we had scouted around, we decided that the idea was not feasible. We headed north again, spending a couple of days in beautiful Swaziland with an ex-Loxton man, Graham Wright on their farm near Mbabane before heading back to Warmbaths.