WE’RE back in South Africa’s wonderful little beach town of Zinkwazi, where the roar of the ocean thrashing against the shore is accompanied by exquisite birdsong in daylight and a cacophony of mysterious insects at night.
Our return holds the added appeal of the Fella’s father’s old Series III. I had the honour of driving Martin’s 1970-something green-painted beauty with its roll bar and fetching bikini canvas a year ago and I’m hoping for further adventures.
A few hours after arriving, I find the Fella sitting behind the wheel with the engine running. Graciously conceding the driving