A night in Stellenbosch

Last week Sox came up with a clever idea… 

On Saturday, 21 April 2018, he was DJing a wedding at Molenvliet, Stellenbosch. He suggested that instead of driving home after 2am back to Cape Town, we book a B&B close to the wedding venue, and Georgie and I come along and make a night of it.

Even though it was one night, it was a change of scenery and I was really looking forward to it.

After doing a quick Google search of: Bed and breakfasts close to Molenvliet, I phoned one place for a booking. They had availability and I said I’d be happy to book, but then they weirdly suggested we try Le Pommier. Strange way to do business, but we called Le Pommier and booked there. They even had a camp cot for Georgie and would ensure it was set up in the room for us. Traveling with a baby is a whole new ball game now, and these little extra’s really help.

Oh and packing for one night with a baby, felt like we were going away for a week.

We arrived, checked in and then head off with grumbling tummies to Hudson’s Stellenbosch. I am a sucker for their burgers (bunless) and sweet potato fries.

This little serious face can go from serious to…

Grinning in half a second. It lights up the whole room.

His toothy grin absolutely melts me.

We got back to our cottage, put G down, as he had fallen asleep in the car. He sleeps with his bum in the air in his cot. So funny…

He woke up just in time, as the afternoon turned into what photographers call “Golden Hour.” The light was spectacular. We walked down a little path and into the vineyards…

He has started doing those big slobbery, open mouth kisses and Sox and I cannot get enough!

Sox flew his Drone for a bit and got some beautiful pics…

Soon it was time for Sox to head to the wedding. George and I settled in for the night and once George was down, I called in to order a glass of wine from the restaurant. It was delivered and I lay in bed with my glass of wine and my book. I didn’t last long at all and had one of the earliest nights I’ve had in a year… I was out at 9pm.

In the morning, Sox, who had returned home at 2am, slept in. I bundled George up at 7am in his warm bear suit and off we went to explore the morning. We watched the sun paint the mountains, the trees rustle in the breeze with the birds, we could hear but not see. We watched squirrels dart up trees and guinea fowls run like they were being chased by something invisible. Our little boy is a nature lover of note and if I never need him to settle, I take him into nature. It’s magic.

We wandered a bit more until we found some swings… George LOVED it and it was quite a battle to get him away.

After an hour and a half later, I was in need of coffee and a hearty breakfast. We went back to find Sox surfacing and we head up for breakfast. The omelettes were so delicious, I forgot to take a pic of them. George loved his scrambled egg and gobbed on a piece of toast fiercely held in his hand.

It was just one night away, but it was so good to get away and do something different.


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  • Reply Natalie Openshae

    Hi Bailey..
    I’ve just come home after 8 days in hospital & an unexpected operation and reading your story has already brightened up my day.
    Thank you for sharing.

    April 25, 2018 at 8:34 am
  • Reply Caley

    Such beautiful photos – and so refreshing to get away together x

    April 25, 2018 at 8:53 am
  • Reply Mariam

    Gorgeous pics and it looks like a wonderful weekend but the highlight for me was seeing your boots. They are stunning!!! (Yes I had a boot fetish *hiding my head in shame*)

    April 26, 2018 at 7:19 am
  • Reply Gaelyn

    Those little one nighters are sometimes all we need to reinvigorate ourselves enough to carry on going for a few more weeks. Those pics are stunning!

    May 3, 2018 at 10:45 am
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