Serendipity with Bev Young
ONE tends to forget that like any other village/seaside resort, the rain can add a sense of adventure to the destination.
Port Alfred, no less than many villages, was ill-prepared for the influx of visitors circa 1925 onwards who had changed their mode of transport from hoof to wheel. Wagons gave way to the “new machines” and the wealthy climbed on board.
Even the simplest roads became quagmires in the summer rains. The combination of sea sand and clay was a tortuous combination for many.
A settler phoned me a while ago, to tell me of the precarious “sand-bridges” between Port Alfred and Kenton-on-Sea, over the Kariega River.
