The first draft of Chameleon Mountain is finished. Eight months work and half as long again as any of my previous books. The following images, with captions which are excerpts from the novel, give you a preview of what to expect.
The valley goes down and down to further than I can see. On the left the slopes up to the high mountains are sculpted in waves, it looks like the sand ripples under a fast flowing stream.
The most defining thing about this farm are the red cliffs. We could call it Rooikrantz Plaas.
When you get closer you see the white buildings of a hamlet, Prince Albert, nestled against the foothills.
“I sometimes think of you like those flowers. Are you also to be something of a passing beauty?”
Look west and two strange humpback mountains appear.
I ride up a slope on my left, a rocky hillock covered with aloes, some higher than the pommel of my saddle.
When I look at the size of those mountains I wonder how the river could have cut through them.
On the right side the ridge turns into a series of small mountains, one after another.