This past weekend saw Plett bathed in soaking rain. Word on the streets was that the weather would dampen the crowd for a reading and signing of Running Wild to be kindly hosted by Kay and Monty Vineyards.
Pete Wallington and Patty Butterworth of Plett Tourism, which organised the event on my behalf, reckoned Plettenbergers were worse, or better depending, than Capetonians when it comes to social engagements: when the weather is either too bad or too good, they do not pitch. They also don’t pitch if there is something better happening, or there’s a full moon.
Well, who knew, pitch they did. Some even drove across from Knysna to the Crags and back (thanks Chris [du Plessis]) in the wet.
A good time was had by all. The Rare Earth wine was excellent, calamari delicious, and I eventually had to be dragged away so they could close the place.
I reckon that is the hallmark of a good night out.
Images courtesy of Timothy Twiddle.