The women of the family and life-long female family friends congregated together on a very hot Saturday afternoon under the totally inadequate shade of a little Bedouin tent pitched in the garden. The event was a stork party to celebrate the eminent arrival of my granddaughter.
All were dressed up in their finery and their beloved faces where contoured and hued with expertly applied make-up. The African sun however, or more specifically, the traditionally high temperature on a late summer afternoon in the Western Cape, are two factors not to be messed with and quite soon it was only those with permanent make-up
