Photographs Greg Cox
Pieter Hoffman believes that here under the hot Karoo sun you have to create your own magic with whatever you can lay your hands on. For him, it all started one day in his post-matric year while sitting on Twist Niet farm’s stoep in that blissful silence so synonymous with the platteland. In solitude. No dogs at his feet, but a supply of wors and salted rib drying in the air-drying cabinet on the stoep. It was the year 2000, and Pieter had come to the realisation that he had no clue where his life was headed.
Twist Niet, the farm his dad Stephen bought before he retired, is situated about 30km from Vanwyksvlei and 110km from Carnarvon, the kind of small towns where the local kids gather round when a city car stops in front of the co-op.