Spend a weekend in little Greyton in the Western Cape; be sure to take a good book, indulge in fine wine and wander the dirt roads (not necessarily in that order). It's a slow sort of place, wedged between the Riviersonderend Mountains and golden wheat fields.
There's nothing that screams 'city' - no supermarkets and no banks; you can count the number of tar roads on half a hand and you're bound to bump into all of Greyton's residents - and their dogs - when you take a Sunday morning stroll. Don't leave without having a cappuccino at the Post House, hiring a mountain bike and riding around town or going for a walk in the mountains.
Escape to Greyton if you want to get away from the city’s hustle and bustle, and you will soon lose yourself within an artists’ mecca brimming with art galleries, rustic eateries and intriguing little shops. Summer days are generally hot and balmy, while snow often dusts the surrounding mountain peaks in winter.
Greyton is one of those postcard-perfect little dorps, with charming Victorian architecture and oak-lined avenues, all within a setting of such natural grandeur that the whole of it feels rather unreal. The friendly locals are sure to disagree, as they take their town and tranquillity very seriously, and go to great lengths to retain its rural integrity.
Established more than 150 years ago on a farm, it still retains its country feel and old-world charm with rose bushes, overgrown gardens and fruit trees. The cottages which line the roads were built by semi-skilled labourers when Greyton was first established as a little agricultural village.