Fredo and Janey know the road from Stilbaai to Cape Town very well. On occasion we take a detour to see something different. But mostly we follow the N-2 until Swellendam, where we turn right along the beautiful mountains towards Ashton and Robertson and from there on to the N-1 to Worcester.

Rooiberg Cellar near Robertson has become a regular stop, not only because one can buy some decent wines there, but also because Bodega restaurant offers some good food for the hungry traveller. We can recommend their beef burger – all 200 grams pure beef and delicious. Then there are the breads – great! If you want to buy a special bread – you should contact them in advance and order. Then, also remember Tuesday’s are pensioners days for wine sales – 15% off for the likes of Fredo and Janey!

On a recent visit one of the waitresses told us the story of Bekkie, the pet pig of one of the ladies who works in the kitchen. At some point Bekkie became just too big to be a pet anymore – and was eating her owner, Freda, out of house and home.

We met Freda and discussed at length the life of Bekkie. She told us that Bekkie was a substantial pig and she really loved her very much. But what can you do if you cannot afford to keep this kind of ‘pet’ anymore?

She could not let her roam free because she was causing some considerable damage in the gardens of the homes on the farm near Rooiberg where Freda lives. She even wandered into the plum orchards and took a likening to the vineyards where the wine grapes, on the lower shoots, became her target.

So the inevitable happened – Bekkie became Brekkie – feeding Freda and her family for a considerable time.

Now Bekkie is a famous legend amongst the staff at Bodega – and Freda overcame her loneliness by acquiring to young bulls. “I really love animals, but decided not to give the two young bulls names because then they become too human – and it is difficult to part with them.”

Now when we stop at Rooiberg the waitresses eagerly update us on the fortunes of the young bulls. Freda also comes and say hullo – even allowing us to take a photograph of her and the other staff. This week we learnt that the bulls are getting boisterous and also took to wandering a bit. The farm owner, to keep them out of his plums, prefer that they wander to the camp where he has his own cattle and where fences will keep them from doing too much mischief.

Freda says around her home she has to watch behind her because these young bulls may just sneak up too eagerly to say hullo to her with an almighty shove. “They have started growing horns and are now really getting big.”

This reminds Fredo that when he grew up in the Northern Cape, his dad took in many orphaned young lambs. Two of the males developed into two nice specimens and the old man decided to possibly use them for breeding. When they became bigger and you walk around the house, they would suddenly appear behind you and butt-head you unexpectedly – causing pain and  bruises. Having been close to humans, who fed them when they were young, they never left the home and eventually also became major problems.

Just when Freda’s bulls will become beef we do not quite know. But we suspect that when they do, she will again acquire something else to continue a unique relationship with animals.