With Julia, we visited her dad, John Nankin’s studio and theatre yesterday, with a view to possibly doing something there. One drives through the sedate tree-shaded streets of Thamboerskloof, takes a left into Military Road and before the long the scenery changes abruptly. The road gives way to a potholed track and one exits the quiet suburbs into what might be a Cuban village. Weathered buildings, pigs, geese and other livestock. A paddock for the cities mounted police horses. Driving carefully now we arrive at John’s studio and the corrugated iron building which he has converted into a small theatre. The city is not more than a stone’s throw away, but hidden from view in this sun-soaked landscape, we have entered another time zone.