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Chapter Seven
John Holder was proud that he’d managed to find holiday accommodation at the last minute, what made it even better is that Silver Springs was at the very southern foothills of the Drakensburg Mountain. He’d promised his family many times to take them along at his next trout fishing expedition, but everything was fully booked. While he could go off and spend his days at the trout farm with the rest of the club, his wife and two sons could enjoy the environment and activities here. After breakfast in the restaurant, they decided to explore a bit.
Locking up their Cottage, number one, they decided to follow the gravel road and see what they could find. The boys ran down ahead of them despite John’s orders to stay close and watch the road for oncoming cars or tractors.
“This is great,” Karen said, wrapping her arm around his, “just what the boys needed.”
He smiled, “Just what we needed. When the boys
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