We spend part of every year near Cape Town in South Africa. Anyone who has visited the city will know it is a fantastic place to go especially when the cold and wet weather is bombarding UK.
Apart from the sunshine and blue skies, there is Table Mountain, Robben Island, the penguins at Boulders Beach, Cape Point, the Waterfront and many other wonderful attractions and places to see. Outside the actual city there are literally thousands of wine estates and not only are they delightful places to visit to sample the delicious South African wines, many of them are beautiful in their own right.
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| The old manor house at Vergelegen |
One of my favourite wine estates is Vergelegen (meaning situated far away) which is nowadays about an hour from Cape Town. The whole estate is very attractive with the historic, old manor house in the centre, with rooms furnished with period furniture, surrounded by amazing gardens. It is possible to spend a few hours wandering the extensive grounds overlooked by towering mountains. It truly is a spectacular place.
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| The gardens with the towering mountains surrounding the estate |
On one of our first visits there, the seed for Nick North: Into Africa was planted. In the grounds there is a roped off area with a board stating Site of the Slave House. This piqued my interest but then inside the manor house, there are extensive display boards outlining the history of the estate including the use of many slaves. It was from these things that the story was birthed.
Vergelegen was founded in 1700 by Willem Adriaan, son of the first governor of the Cape Simon van der Stel, when he succeeded his father as governor. He was a great entrepreneur building an extensive estate with over half a million vine stocks, orchards, cattle and sheep as well as the manor house. However his enthusiasm knew no bounds and he overstepped many boundaries and in the end the other local burghers (estate owners) informed the Dutch East Indies Company bosses in Holland of his corrupt practices, including having many more slaves than was permitted. In 1706 he was ordered to return to the Netherlands and the estate was divided into four lots. Nevertheless Willem Adriaan was considered a genius for his knowledge of farming and his visionary mind contributed greatly to the agricultural development of the Cape.
In recent years, Vergelegen is now open to the public but many world leaders, presidents and our Queen and the Prince of Wales have visited Vergelegen, owned and run by the Anglo American oil company.
I decided to place the beginning of Nick North: Into Africa at Vergelegen where a slave is murdered, setting off a chain of events lasting hundreds of years until the Shepherd invited Nick, on holiday with his family in South Africa, to change the course of history. Before he left, Nick dreamt …
‘Oi you! Slave Jacob! Stop! I want to talk to you,’ Master Anton shouted.
Jacob stopped and tried to look up as the slave master approached, but the setting sun burned in his eyes and made his head hurt. He waited for the master to dismount.
‘Did you take an apple from the orchard on your way to work?’ Master Anton’s eyes blazed angrily at him.
‘No Master Anton. I wouldn’t do that. That’s stealing.’ Jacob held out his hands, his palms facing upwards in a gesture of submission.
‘You’re dead right it’s stealing. So why is there a large apple core right where you’ve been working?’ Master Anton’s face twisted with disgust.
‘I don’t know Master Anton. It wasn’t me.’ Jacob’s voice trembled…
‘Well who was it? You know what we do with liars and thieves?’ Master Anton yelled, his face bright red.
‘Yes, Master Anton. You beat them.’
Jacob buried his face in his hands as the first lash of the horse’s whip landed on his bare shoulder, splitting his skin. He could feel the trickle of warm blood start to ooze out of the wound. The next lash fell on exactly the same spot, causing him to scream out in anguish.
‘Please stop, Master. Please stop.’
He fell to his knees…
‘Why should I do that, you revolting slave?’ Master Anton’s voice rose to a scream as he continued the beating. Lash upon lash followed as Master Anton lost all control while the blood flowed. He went berserk, bawling and whipping.
Jacob felt a red haze pour over his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness. He never regained his senses as his lifeblood poured out. He died with Master Anton still yelling and cursing him.
