When travelling to McGregor from Cape Town, one passes through places like Worcester, Rawsonville, the Nuy valley and Robertson, and for those of us who live in the area, these names are part of our interior landscape.  But few of us know about a rather unusual local hero, whose greatest feats were performed in these parts.....

People living in McGregor sometimes tend to forget that the name McGregor is that of one of the oldest and most honourable Scottish clans.  I first heard of the McGregors through my late father, an RAF officer for the first half of his career (he went into IT in his mid-forties, which just goes to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks!).

McGregor is well-known for its whitewashed cottages, its 19th-century ambience, its apricots and its wines.  It's also regarded by many as an ancient sacred site, a place where ley-lines meet and unusual energies are generated, and for this reason is popular with healers of all disciplines.  Until fairly recently, it was also home to several practising witches, although most of them have, for whatever reason, moved on.