There's something about winter that makes it the season for luxury. The crisp air, piles of lush fabrics, glowing fires, the deep red wine … cold weather gives us licence to live sumptuously. In Cape Town, the first rains herald the emergence of coats, boots, hats and plush scarves. It doesn't matter that hot days are interspersed among the chilly; summer is packed away with indecent haste.
I've already unearthed my wellies (for mushroom foraging in the forest) –
