Nuy Valley. A place I never knew existed yet has become one of the most beautiful places along Route 62 I’ve ever come across. As many of you know, Courtney and I decided that we should go on holiday for my birthday but we had no idea where to begin searching for accommodation. During the course of May, I searched viciously on my laptop and yes, during work hours for availability. It was tricky since my birthday fell on a long weekend and there was virtually nowhere to go. Alas, I came upon a place called De Wilge in Nuy Valley.
After convincing Courtney that the drive there is merely an hour and a half away, I confirmed our booking. The drive was long, on a straight yet curve road and yes, Courtney complained that he had yet to change gears but the views were nothing short of majestical. We were surrounded by picturesque mountains and enclosed by wineland communities.
The Nuy Valley turn-off is about 15km from Worcester en route to Robertson. Upon arrival, the cobblestone driveway towards our cottage along tall trees made the welcoming all that more exciting. I immediately jumped out the car to stretch my legs but to capture the entire view of where we will be staying for the next three days. The Langeberg Mountains still had snow upon the high peaks during a hot winters day knowing full well that I will wake up and go to bed with that image.
The cottage had a well equipped kitchen seeing that it was a self-catering place, a fireplace just behind the lounge area. I loved the old oak table and chairs where we sat during breakfast time. The main bedroom had beautiful patio doors which could open, overlooking the serene mountains whilst hearing the donkeys and sheep in the distant background. The bathroom was spacious with both a tub and shower facility and, there was another bedroom for guests to stay over for an extra cost, of course. There was a swimming pool. However, it was too cold for us to take a swim. The decor was simple and chic; perfectly complimenting the surroundings.
Because the weather played in our favour, Courtney and I spent breakfast and lunch outside on the patio. It was so peaceful to be outdoors, listening to the birds chirp and the wind blow between the weeds. When night time fell, Courtney braaied (another word for placing food on the fire) while I was curled on the couch, catching up on the Olympics. We would watch the sun set behind the mountains while we had supper. It’s an image I will never let go; the sun glow upon the horizon.
We decided to definitely go back in the summer. This time we will book well in advance seeing that they only have two cottages.
Until the next adventure.