Peter Frank Auld

I've struggled to pick a story to tell, as there are many to choose from. No doubt others have found the same. Gramps (AKA Andy) has regailed us with some legendary accounts, and I've witnessed a few myself. I remember staying at Fort Mistake at the same time as some other guests, an old cricket mate of Pete's and his wife. The atmosphere around the dinner table was fairly sedate, or too sedate for Pete anyway. Conversation turned to nice suburbs in Cape Town, at which time Pete stated emphatically that he could live anywhere in that city except Bergvliet. His mate's wife reacted with shock. As a former resident of Bergvliet she could share much about the areas's qualities including the families who lived there, the parks, the schools and the sports clubs. By the look he shot me, Pete knew full well that his guests had lived in Bergvliet and had loved the place but he proceeded to press on. He just thought that the area was bit rough, thats all. The woman started getting increasingly hot under the collar, speaking at a mile a minute. Pete just quietly sipped his beer, unmoved except for the sideways glance he gave Andy and I with humour in his eyes. His adversary became further unhinged and started to spiral. But Pete had made up his mind about Bergvliet and didn't have anything more to say about the matter. I thought I was going to pee in my pants from laughter. Pete's presence will be missed but I'm sure everyone has many stories to remember him by. Much love to the whole Auld family. Pete Storrar