




middelberg

WELCOME TO MIDDELBERG GUEST FARM
Middelberg Guest Farm is a functional Karoo farm which is situated near the R318 road towards Montagu, 40km from De Doorns. It is beautifully tucked away in a hidden fold in the mountains, off the beaten track, and offers visitors an idyllic escape from city life.








The Karoo…
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where the dust settles on my skin; where the wind calls my name,
where my heart beats to every footfall; where the open road spills into the sky above
where the grassy plains wave; where the mountain looms at the end of the road
where my soul aches to live; and yearns to lie down and die
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where the windmills crank their weary song; where the stars flash morse code from life far away in the universe
where camels blink in the moonlight; and horses fly on dreams
where roads lead everywhere and nowhere; where people’s faces are etched with the winds of change
where magic and mystery walk hand in hand; down valley roads, glancing over their shoulders, beckoning me with secretive glances
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where sacred ibises are hurled against the majesty of the blue sky; where hadedas call the night
where dusty dogs run free in streets of gold; where owls know me by name
where I learned to fly for the first time; where wise men seek the light
where each step is a dance of karoo magic; where the spaces in between are filled by heaven
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where the earth is mine; where my soul finds its rest
where peace is in every breath; where I inhale and know
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I’ve come home
- Helen Lockhart -