Selby has a field as green and lovely as Brian's, but tucked into a beautiful valley. My fuel light was on, so when I reached a rickety looking steel bridge, I made a u-turn and headed back. I would have liked to have chatted to Selby too, but I was running out; of time, energy (had missed breakfast) and fuel. I headed to Swartberg to refuel the Isuzu, and then back to Underberg, to refuel me. While I was taking this picture, a huge rooster started raping a dishevelled looking hen - apparently for the umteenth time.