by Cathy Gatland in Mpumalanga, South Africa
Not my finest sketching hour, but coming back from a trip to a game reserve recently I found myself scrabbling to find a pen and odd pieces of paper to jot down the glimpses of rural life that flashed past us along the road.
People endlessly walking, singly and in pairs, carrying children, bags and boxes on hips, back or head; a bakkie (pickup truck) weaving around in front of us with passengers precariously spilling over its edges - overtaking big trucks and sometimes avoiding the potholes - I found myself saying a little prayer that they'd all reach their destination safely.
We pulled over to buy grapefruit, avocados and macadamia nuts from one of the farm stalls that lined a section of the road - time to do a slightly more stable sketch.
I would love to have stopped and drawn more carefully without the bumps and jolts, but the journey would have taken days instead of the five hours it did - an unpopular idea with my co-travellers, husband and son. One day!