Walked downstream a bit and along the way came upon this 2 meter high termite mound. The South African writer, Eugene Marais, wrote a book during the 1920's titled,the "The soul of the white ant," about termites and their colonies. He described a termite mound and the termite colony as a single living entity, not as tens of thousand of individual termites. The book makes interesting reading to this day. His work was plagiarised by someone in Europe who won a scientific prize for "his" work. (so the story goes).
Marais was a tragic figure, a trained medical doctor and a naturalist of note, he also was an opium addict, spent seven years in jail for manslaughter, (killed his brother). He was a renowned Afrikaans poet and wrote other books such as, "My friends the baboons," in which he describes his very close relationship with a troop of baboons.
Looking downstream, a long pool that goes around the spur of the hill on the left, almost forming a horse shoe bend.
These natural stone steps look as if they were created especially for a fly fisher to stand here and cast a line. Just mind the trees behind you.
Looking upstream, where the rapids enter at the head of the pool is a good place to try bottom nymphing for yellow fish, they prefer fast running water to still pools. The pools are a good place to try for bass. Other fish that might occur here are carp, Tugela mudfish, several minnow species and small rock catfish.
I didn't stay long as there was a freezing east wind blowing and it started to rain.