Our story
A wrong turn, a fish braai and a long walk home.
Theo was trying to find a friend's beach house in Paternoster and knocked on the wrong white door. Nomvula opened it, pointed him the right way, and then, since the fire was already going, offered him a plate of snoek.
He stayed until the lanterns came out. Six summers, one tiny flat in Woodstock and a very patient cat later, he asked her to marry him on the same stretch of beach, with the same friend's fire burning in the distance.
So we're going back to where it started, and we'd love you to come with us.
