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From The Restory - Conversations On The Journey (154)

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Wakkerstroom Classical Music Festival 2025

20 - 23 March 2025


“He spreads out the northern skies over empty space; 
he suspends the earth over nothing. 
He wraps up the waters in his clouds, 
yet the clouds do not burst under their weight. 
He covers the face of the full moon, 
spreading his clouds over it. 
He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters 
for a boundary between light and darkness. 
The pillars of the heavens quake, aghast at his rebuke. 
By his power he churned up the sea; 
by his wisdom he cut Rahab to pieces. 
By his breath the skies became fair; 
his hand pierced the gliding serpent. 
And these are but the outer fringe of his works; 
how faint the whisper we hear of him! 
Who then can understand the thunder of his power?”

‭‭Job ‭26‬:‭7‬-‭‭14‬ ‭NIV                             


It is that time of year again! Autumn is gradually announcing itself and there is the flavour of creativity and preparations in the air as you enter our little village.

This weekend we are hosting our annual Wakkerstroom Classical Music Festival. Wonderfully talented musicians from all over, technical teams and the people who will attend their performances, are ascending on Wakkerstroom.

Music isn’t the only item on the menu. Visual art by local and more distant artists is also on display in Brown’s, the beautifully restored old trading store and one of the beautiful venues used for the musical performances.

It is the first time we are brining the two art forms together under one roof. An experiment, but we are excited about it. From previous experiences, where we had our pottery on display in venues separate from those used for musical performances, we know that people who appreciate classical music and jazz, also have a keen eye for the visual arts.

We (Matilda and George) have been very busy for the last couple of weeks, being involved in the planning and arranging of the event, but also creating art pieces ourselves.

Hopefully we’ll run into some of you here in Wakkerstroom over the weekend. For the others whom we don’t want to leave out, a small tour of what’s on offer.



Preparing for the weekend. What would we have done without help!



Art pieces on the walls and flat surfaces, beautiful music. 




The closing of the first gala evening.


With our love.

George & Matilda




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