Hiss of brush, ring of trowel: the ancestors speak at Gwalala Hill
Daily Maverick | 30.08.2026 16:11
‘Is that what I think it is?” The question rises over the sound of trowels rhythmically scraping away at parched soil. “It might be, but we better call Tim to have a look,” comes the reply as a collection of pottery sherds, stuck in bone-dry earth, is carefully exposed with a soft brush.
