I ♥ McGregor Because ...

I ♥ McGregor

Hi, I’m Anette from Tanagra Wine and Guest Farm in McGregor, Breede River Valley.

McGregor IS BEST KNOWN FOR its well pre­served his­toric cot­tages, its eccent­ric people and its tran­quil and relaxed lifestyle.

GET YOUR PICTURE TAKEN AT Tanagra under the giant wild fig tree.
THE BEST land­scape PICTURES CAN BE TAKEN any­where in and around McGregor, as McGregor is sur­roun­ded by moun­tains, you will have a moun­tain view from any spot.

OTHER HAPPY SNAPS can be taken any­where in the streets of McGregor make sure you include the pic­tur­esque white­washed cot­tages. Continued

The Cobbit of McGregor

Cobbit of McGregor

We find the house via a com­bin­a­tion of dir­ec­tions from McGregor's loc­als and the abil­ity to fol­low our noses once we have the rather obvi­ous house in sight – there are not many homes in McGregor that look quite like it. Outside is a sign – cob­bits cot­tage. It's an apt descrip­tion of what stands before us, built com­pletely out of earth and serving as MAT's headquarters.

Jill is lar­ger than life. She would have to be. After build­ing her own house out of cob she is the walk­ing epi­tome of what it is to live sus­tain­ably, off grid — no link-up with Eskom at all — perched on the edge of McGregor where the town joins the Krans Nature Reserve. She is also, when we finally meet after hav­ing been vir­tual friends via email for a while, a won­der­fully warm indi­vidual who is only too keen to show us around her home, and drop pearls of wis­dom about how best to go about build­ing your own home out of earth into our ears ... Continued

McGregor weaves a spell over you, and all resistance crumbles

"I am Gorgeous"

McGregor is a wee vil­lage, tucked away in a val­ley at the foot of the Riviersonderend Mountains. It also hap­pens to rest on a series of ley lines (spir­itual earth energy con­nects here in a big way) that lend the vil­lage some­thing the folk who live here term 'magic' (they usu­ally shrug their shoulders and look all starry eyed as they say it, as if it's all a little bey­ond them). A stay here, it seems, is incom­plete without fall­ing in love with the place, or cer­tainly exper­i­en­cing some­thing other than the ordinary.

Spring in McGregor is some­thing akin to gor­geous... Continued

Why I'm telling no-one about McGregor

It isn't easy to find some­where to stay on a farm that is remote but still close enough to a small town to provide light enter­tain­ment when needed and sup­plies when neces­sary. I spent quite a bit of time on the inter­net before I found our little gem on a farm just out­side Robertson and McGregor (bonus as we got two quaint towns for the price of one!).

The unbe­liev­ably beau­ti­ful val­ley that holds Robertson, McGregor, Ashton, Bonnievale and Montagu in its embrace has some­thing magical about it. And if you don't believe me, visit it your­self and you'll under­stand what I mean. The secret is to take the time to stop in the towns, as we did in Robertson and McGregor, so that the charm of each can find its way into the corners of your mind. Because it won't be any­thing tan­gible or some­thing you 'dis­cover'; the magic is simply there for the tak­ing, you have but to imbibe ... Continued

Magical McGregor

Magical McGregor

The small town of McGregor is what most would call “off the beaten track”; aside from a small sign­post on the N2 high­way, there is almost no indic­a­tion of its exist­ence.  Perhaps because of its isol­a­tion and the inspir­ing nat­ural sur­rounds, it has become some­what of a haven for artists.

The vil­lage lies at the foot of the Riviersonderend Mountains, and its cli­mate is sim­ilar to the rest of the Cape Peninsula and -  get­ting scorch­ingly hot in sum­mer, with rain and snow on the sur­round­ing peaks in winter. Continued