“Bedford is waiting to welcome you,” proudly claims this historic village tucked up against the Kaggaberg mountain in the Winterberg range of the Eastern Cape, South Africa.
“A vibrant country district famous for its garden festival fun-loving farmers and fabulous hospitality.”
See how those farms stretch across the grasslands up into the dramatic Mankazana, Cowie and Baviaans River valleys.
“Bird watching, hiking, cycling, fishing, golf, tennis, bowls and bridge are among the local activities we invite you to join … Huge skies, fresh air, friendly people and overwhelming natural beauty …”
Surely Foley dropped by in his time.
Down in the village is the Recreation Ground. Here’s a closer view to help fill in the details.
Can you spy the cricketers?
Perhaps this photograph of the Bedford side of the 1880s will help feed the imagination – not a one clean shaven, but all as dapper as a Crown Prince visiting his mother.
It is never easy to follow the internal journeying of old Third Man. No wonder the Squire suspects it may soon be time to put him down like a faithful Pointer dragging some cancerous growth to the final fireside.
But all is revealed below in the pigments pushed across the parchment by Camille Pissarro at Hampton Court, London in 1890.
Those quickly sketched players with their toppers? Surely they’re a touring party from Bedford, enjoying the occasion and challenging the Mother Country to a game of cricket.
Can you spot a Graeme or a Peter? There’s sure to be a Pollock, red hair peeking from under his hat?
“Wake up, Third Man. You’ve gone to sleep in the sun.”