Not these two at any rate. His face is slick with sweat in the mid-morning sun. In a green housecoat, she interrupts her slowly weaving steps to clutch at her back. They stagger down the road towards each other. Neither is able to walk in a straight line.
Collision seems inevitable.
The car takes the corner and they disappear from view, leaving the outcome to speculation. But they were by no means the only 'wobblers' we encountered that morning. Saturday night's festivities seemed to have taken a heavy toll on the more exuberant of participants. This was Drostdy- Hof country, after all. It is here, in the Breede River Valley, that one third of South Africa's wine is produced.