Our story
Clara and Sizwe met in the reading room of an old library in Cape Town, both reaching for the last copy of the same book of poems. Sizwe let her have it, on the condition that she tell him whether it was any good. She told him over coffee that afternoon, and over dinner the week after, and she is still telling him now.
Seven years, one rescued dog and a very overgrown garden later, they are inviting the people they love most to a garden of their own choosing, to watch the light go down over the water and begin the next chapter together.





