UCT Archaeology - folk songs

Especially at the Verlorenvlei house, after a day in field Tony Manhire would bring out his guitar and we would sing folk songs and drink Old Brown Sherry.

Favorites would include Donovan's 'Catch the Sun' and Rodriguez 'I Wonder.'

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