A weekend guide to Clarens
I have been visiting Clarens since I was a little girl. Every year, around Autumn, my family would bundle into a car brimming with warm clothes and head in the direction of the Eastern Free State. The reason: my dad absolutely loved to photograph the tall, lanky poplar trees as they began to turn from green to yellow to fiery orange. In fact, every year we would travel with a heap of photographers who would do the same.