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STOnE hiLL – A dOg




               LOvER’S dELighT





                                                 By James Clarke, Photography by Mary Broadley

            T      he red brick road alone spoke   thorns. In the distance, rank upon   Each cottage has a well-equipped and


                                                rank of hills and ridges. And we were
                                                                                    carefully designed kitchen – the work
                   of dedication: kilometres of half
                   bricks, half-a-million of them
                   I’m sure, all neatly laid and still   just an hour’s drive from Fourways.  of Caroline de Villiers who, with Mark

                                                                                    Morgan, owns Stone Hill. Caroline, a
             tidy after countless vehicles had ridden   It was the last day of winter and, at   third generation Kenyan who settled
             over them for many years. Incredibly,   the crest, where our accommodation   here in 1970, designed the cottages,
             the wide, handmade road, was laid   was in one of the 10 widely spaced   some being double storeyed and all
             mostly by two men – a former brick   timber cottages, a southerly wind   being well out of sight of the others.
             layer, Petros Mhlanga and an assistant.  threatened to snap-freeze us.  Each is individually fenced off. Why are
                                                                                    they fenced? It’s because Stone Hill
             The road carried us into the hills,   The next day, the first day of   allows guests to bring their pet dogs.
             high above Magaliesburg village,   spring, the temperatures dutifully
             into a wonderful landscape of blue   soared into the mid-20s.          The place was fully booked yet we
             and gold – the gold of the winter                                      rarely heard barking apart, that is, from
             veld and the blue of the sky.      This was Stone Hill – a quiet, rural, self-  the occasional happy anticipatory
                                                catering resort to which the Tourism   bark dogs give when about to be
             The 360-degree view from the top is   Grading Council of South Africa has   taken for a walk. The absence of what
             of mostly virgin veld, soft contours   awarded a four-star rating. You bring   I call ‘suburban barking’ was partly
             sparsely dotted with ancient       your own food – or you can have it   because each family’s dogs are out
             wild olive trees, dark and dense,   sent up. Beautifully presented picnics,   of sight of the others and dog lovers
             the occasional sentinel kiepersol   platters, breads and cakes are supplied   (as opposed to dog owners) are, I
             (cabbage tree), scarred survivors   by a neighbour or, if you pre-order a   have found, considerate types.
             of countless veld fires, and several,   day before, the village Super Spar not
             lone-standing soetdorings (sweet   only delivers everything but packs   There’s a choice of walking trails
             thorn) with their white needle-like   your fridge ready for your arrival.  either down to the river or following

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