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The Captain : 2nd Day
Our plane lands on time in Johannesburg. Piet's here to meet us. Dependable as always. It's not long since Meredith and I stayed on his game reserve north of Joburg and so we don't have to spend much time on catching up.
“My parents are on holiday in Switzerland,” he tells me. “And so we have their property to ourselves.”
Piet has a pied-à-terre in the tennis pavilion at the foot of their enormous plot in Bryanston, one of the wealthier suburbs. I say enormous because it truly is. About six football pitches' worth of neatly kept lawns, if a little dry at this season, the height of the summer in Gauteng province. It's a tranquil place with shrubberies, Persian lilac trees and a large pond for water birds. We swoop down to the cottage in his sports car, passing h
