I like trophies.
There, I've said it.
Sadly, I am not even referring to a well hidden penchant for coming first, discovered when I won the 100 meter sprint age twelve!
Alas, no, I am talking of course, of animal trophies.
Something, about the noble presence of a stuffed kudu gazing vacantly over the threshold, holds a strange and fascinating appeal. Throw in a few horns, bones and animal skins, and colonial life is conjured up in an instant. Even the most urban interior is lent an air of adventure and romance with some colonial accoutrement.
Still, much as I love the mournfully, glassy gaze of a prized kudu, my better self longs for a kinder alternative.
The bar at The Duchess of Wisbeach in Sea Point, has a cheerful cow on display, just the thing to amuse inebriated patrons!Frederique Morrel's heavenly vintage tapestry trophies, are a sublime temptation.
Whilst a fallow deer constructed in pale Mosaic by Canadian Michal Dillon, is an elegant possibility.