Even in a small town, months can go by without seeing or spending time with friends, neighbours, acquaintances and even the friendly neighbourhood handyman who often bartered a small job around the house in exchange for a cold beer on the stoep. In the back of your mind, you always knew they were around until word is spread along some ‘grapevine’ that you are moving away.
I saw some driving more regularly past the house to see if we were still in residence. Others who I met by chance at the local supermarket said, “When
