It’s Oyster Season

We anchor the boat having spotted a mud oasis peeking out of the swirling brown waters of the Breede River. We jump in and swim towards it with a hammer. Feet on the squelchy land we find flat oysters the size of a man’s palm attached to the rocks. Read More…



2nd article

We anchor the boat having spotted a mud oasis peeking out of the swirling brown waters of the Breede River. We jump in and swim towards it with a hammer. Feet on the squelchy land we find flat oysters the size of a man’s palm attached to the rocks. Read More…



3rd article

We anchor the boat having spotted a mud oasis peeking out of the swirling brown waters of the Breede River. We jump in and swim towards it with a hammer. Feet on the squelchy land we find flat oysters the size of a man’s palm attached to the rocks. Read More…



4th article

We anchor the boat having spotted a mud oasis peeking out of the swirling brown waters of the Breede River. We jump in and swim towards it with a hammer. Feet on the squelchy land we find flat oysters the size of a man’s palm attached to the rocks. Read More…



5th

We anchor the boat having spotted a mud oasis peeking out of the swirling brown waters of the Breede River. We jump in and swim towards it with a hammer. Feet on the squelchy land we find flat oysters the size of a man’s palm attached to the rocks. Read More…