Someone new to the region recently expressed concern that she did not want to feel like she had come here to retire.
The thirty-something mom admitted she was a city girl through and through, who moved here not because she craved sanctuary from the rat race but as an alternative to going abroad for all the usual reasons.
As a former city girl who never had such reservations about moving here, I tried to consider outside perceptions of who the people are who live here. There is no doubt the Southern Cape remains a prime retirement destination, but the choc-a-bloc schools here are indication enough that young people also abound.
And then I paged through this issue – filled to the brim with retirees who are most certainly not sitting on their patios, staring at the view and doing nothing – and I knew my new friend would be encouraged.
If retirement means winning ballet medals, opening restaurants and galleries, self-clearing alien vegetation, painting national stamp collections and competing in international sports, then living on the Garden Route is excessively spectacular and nothing to be afraid of.
I know I say this in every edition, but I really think you will be inspired by the extraordinary things the retirees in this issue get up to. I know am.