After years of work, of living the story rather than merely writing it, my family saga Where ‘People Still Dance’ is closer to being read by others. Originally, ‘Where People Still Dance’ had the working title of ‘Where People Once Danced’ but the long and sometimes turbulent story of the Craighall’s turned out to have a happier ending than I thought it would, and so ‘Where People Still Dance’ became the title. Whether the saga that involves four generations of the Craighall family, and moves from late Victorian England to present-day Zululand, South Africa is as fully realised as it needs to be is a matter of which I am not entirely sure, but I am confident that the Craighall’s, those living and those no longer with us, will let me know if I have left out anything that still needs to be told. I am sure they will communicate if needs be. My journey with them has been a fascinating and, often, an exhausting one.
At the same time, Craig Carden’s intimate love story ‘What the Sun Saw’ which unravels in Oman, India and England, looks as if it is nearly done. It has its brilliant, happy moments under the sun (and the moon too) but also its deeply sad ones. Has all that needs to be told been told. Craig Carden is not entirely sure and merely says, “We shall see.” In between writing, the garden gets attention. As four of the photos show, winter in KwaZulu-Natal can still be colourful. This large orchid (seen here during the day and at night), the poinsettia, the crassula, and the azalea are all flowering now. The Indian Hawthorne and the amaryllis tend to flower in early summer. In time, may ‘Where People Still Dance’ and ‘What the Sun Saw’ come to bloom just as brightly. I live and work in hope.
To those of you who write and, indeed, all who create – Happy creating.
Andrew Pender-Smith and Craig Carden