Posted: 03 August 2011
Text Deborah Louw Styling Roger Mann Photographs Naashon Zalk Drive deep into the Constantia valley south of Cape Town, where the city sprawl gives way to vine-covered slopes and stretches of unspoilt nature, and you’ll understand why the area attracts people who flourish in a tranquil place. People like entrepreneur, epicure and nature enthusiast Di Botha, the owner of Black Book Caviar, South Africa’s only certified importer of caviar. Fresh from an arduous eight-day horseback trek from Damaraland to the Namibian coast, Di radiates a quiet centredness as she talks of the elements of her life that have found a home here. ‘I had wanted to scale down a bit,’ she says with a wry smile, recounting how she went in search of a property that was smaller than her previous home in Hohenhort’s green belt, but which could still accommodate her adult children– son Tyler and daughter Simone – as well as her horses and several Irish setters. She came across an unprepossessing, unkempt house encircled by ugly paving that had no regard for its environment. But it nevertheless had an energy that Di found seductive. And there was plenty of space, made interesting by the land’s contours, well-established trees, a vista of mountains beyond and some of Constantia’s most famous wine estates as neighbours. She bought it, and then, overnight, buyer’s remorse struck. In despair she called her good friend, architect Johann Slee, who urged her to wait out the winter and made a few suggestions to make it habitable in the meanwhile. So she demolished all the interior dry walls, tore up the carpets and stripped out the pink-and-silver bathroom tiling. Next to go was the paving, which she methodically replaced with an abundance of indigenous plants and shrubs. Even though ‘nothing ever worked to plan’, over the next two years her initial gut-feel was vindicated. Timber-framed glass sliding doors replaced solid brick walls and small windows. Four poky bedrooms became three spacious ones. Di liberated the narrow enclosed staircase, turning it into an open, generously proportioned design feature that leads to the upstairs studio-office that she shares with her partner, artist-photographer Athol Moult. Today the house blends seamlessly into its surroundings. The entire ground floor is softened by a ‘fringe’ of wooden decks, onto which every room opens, bathrooms included, while interior and exterior walls are dressed in dramatic earthy hues that provide a powerful backdrop for the vivid artworks inside and bursts of greenery outside. Di’s eye for expressive contrast is evident in strong colour accents – in a deep-orange lamp shade, an explosively colourful poster, a bright-blue bathroom cupboard and huge, shiny black storage boxes in the dressing room. It’s a home that reflects the diverse accomplishments and interests of its residents. There’s a gracious Bechstein baby grand piano; a boules court; cookery books; and work-in-progress sketches juxtaposed with Oriental carpets, gigantic photographs (predominantly by Athol) and artworks by Norman Catherine and Jacobus Kloppers. Everything has a story: Di bought a painting by Rupert Bathurst to celebrate Tyler’s participation in the 2006 Winter Olympics (he’s a bob skeleton athlete). The enormous Argentinian workbench in the hallway is sometimes pressed into service for Athol’s canvases. The old coil-spring mattress that hangs, or floats, jauntily from a peg above the swimming pool was picked up on a roadside. (The couple used to drive past it on holiday weekends up the West Coast until one day Athol stopped the car to claim it.) The energy that Di sensed on her first visit is especially palpable on the home’s two patios, one opening into the indigenous garden and the other, ‘where we really live,’ leading off the kitchen. Bordered by an orchard of citrus trees, it’s perfectly suited for Di’s frequent and enthusiastic entertaining. All the furniture in the open-plan living area has been designed to be moved outdoors at the first hint of a party. ‘Very early in the morning’ is Di’s favourite time, on her deck overlooking the lawn and paddock, a cup of tea in one hand and the family pets at her side. You get the very strong feeling that there are many more stories to come.