We are staying in a
very pleasant guest house in Robertson, which is the heart of
the Breede River wineries.
I imagined that the
town was named in honour of some kilt-wearing ancestor of Neil's who
wandered through the valley swinging a claymore as part of a proud
Scottish regiment engaged in expanding the great British Empire.
The
reality is that he was Dr William Robertson and a Scottish minister
of the Dutch Reformed Church.
Guess I have read too
many Sharpe novels.
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