a white south african boy living in the nineteen fifties on the highveldt near johannesburg tells of the events during his ninth year. time is of little consequence and is measured by the seasons. he relates his adventures with his human and animal friends and his observations of nature and human behaviour. His innocence is real as his busy little life flows from one event to the next. More
my story is not a work of fiction but a narrative covering the ninth year in the life of a white boy living on the highveldt near johannesburg in the early nineteen fifties. this is an age where time is of little consequence and events and experiences flow in a seamless stream from day to day and from season to season. the story is about the observations and interpretations of his surroundings and the events that he experiences, his relationships with the beings that share his world, both human and animal. the reader sets out on a journey through the seasons and the activities that are associated with them, meeting people and animals and sharing the discoveries and ambiguities that fill the lives of all children. There are the majestic highveldt summer thunderstorms, the gentle drizzles that accentuate the vibrant colours of autumn, the harsh cold winds of winter and the revival of life in spring. there are summer holidays at home, the winter holiday at the seaside and the excursions into the veldt. There is sport and the dreams that sporting heroes create. There are punishments and rewards, failures and sucesses, sadness and joy in endless succession.