Another day, another patch of dried, cracked mud, this time close to camp. Around Stellenbosch, even far out of town, our experience has been that it’s often so noisy – with hikers and cyclists, the power saws of forestry workers, passing vehicle traffic, the hum of electricity substations, the jet engines of planes high above on the Cape Town-Johannesburg route that passes directly over Stellenbosch – that it’s often not even worth trying to record sound along with the images. Here it was the opposite: we did record sound, but this place is so empty and quiet that there was almost nothing for the microphone to pick up – only the very occasional chirp of a solitary bird, or the barely audible sound of Strijdom pushing the red cloth into the cracks with a stick.