Cathcart – place of history

We spent the weekend in Gonubie with my sister.  On Monday we took the N6 via Stutterheim to Cathcart.  Named after Sir George Cathcart, governor of the Cape from 1852 to 1854, Cathcart is a small village at the centre of a wool farming area.  It is about 1 1/2 hours from East London and is worth a visit.

We stayed at the Kenwyn B&B run by Gloria Spies, an energetic 70 year old, who together with her gardener restored this lovely old house.

Gloria has a friend make a copy of a Picasso as the focal point of her comfortable lounge.

The locals told us they had snow this past winter.  The fireplace at Kenwyn has beautiful carved detail.

Our room was cozy and comfortable.  All the restoration work and decor was done by Gloria.

The next morning we went to breakfast.  On sunny mornings this is served on the verandah.  Today we had a delicious English breakfast in the dining room.

Every corner of the house is tastefully decorated.

The old stables have been converted into a self-catering unit.  These are often used by bikers who visit Cathcart to ride the lovely trails.

Inside the self-catering unit.  Although it has a Mexcan theme, Gloria made a pillow representing the Union Jack as she had some guests from the UK.

The bedroom lights are made of oil lamps.

Gloria’s grandfather was a stoker on the railways.  She has incorporated his old coal shovel into the decor.

Another room in the self-catering section.

A Coke sign enhances the red and white decor of the self-catering kitchen.

This old stone church is very popular for weddings in Cathcart.

After breakfast we visited the local museum.  They were having a spring clean.  Les got involved in some gardening in the museum’s rose garden.

We crossed the road to the local secondhand shop.  The owner is also the local tour guide.  He was busy, but told us which highlights to visit.

The bell on this building overlooking the old market square, is from the ship ‘Orient’, which was wrecked near East London in 1907.

It was used to call the fire brigade or summon the community in an emergency.

We then went further up the road searching for a world famous carving that is housed in a shrine next to a Catholic church.

We saw a nun in a car with some people pushing.  We went to help.  We discovered why they were having difficulty.  She had the brake on and had the car in gear.

After much shouting of instructions, she finally let the brake off and the car was pushed into the garage.  It had a flat battery.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.  Life could go on as normal.

We then visited the shrine, which was why we had come there in the first place.

Father Josef Kentenich survived three years in Dachau concentration camp for opposing Hitler.

This Schoenstatt shrine is visited by pilgrims from all over the world.

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